Grateful, Not Blessed

I have a confession: I seriously dislike the word “blessed.” Which is unfortunate, because it shows up in my Facebook newsfeed like eighty times a day. “Having a blessed birthday.” “So blessed to have a job that I love.”...

Does She Know?

Will this be the last year she believes? I think this over and over, as I did last year, crossing my fingers that we still have one more year. My oldest daughter at age nine is mature in some ways, innocent in others. She is empathetic, responsible, and intuitive and...

To My Daughter’s Room Mother

During the past few months, I’ve been battling resentments about working motherhood. Every time I checked my email, there would be another notification from school about an event or activity I couldn’t attend: a field trip, a class presentation, field day,...
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