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5 Tips For Cooking with Children

Cooking with small children. It used to give me a shudder up my spine. The mess. The arguments. The chaos. But I remember wearing matching gingham aprons with my grandma as we made homemade noodles, baked cakes, and chopped salads. She invited me into cooking as a small child and I cherish the memor read more

be you, bravely

Setting Aside the “Hurry Up, We’re Late” Life

I noticed recently how many times I say “hurry, we’re late” in any given morning. One time hurry mode was traumatizing enough that it still makes me think twice about uttering that phrase. I was running through Target before school pickup, short on time as usual, and at the last minute, I reme read more

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Because Sometimes Bedtime Takes Forever

Five minutes earlier we had been laughing. But now I pulled her blankets up, kissed her round, peach cheeks, and saw a flash of sadness and fear in her eyes. She held her breath for a moment, the words spilled out: “I don’t want my teeth to fall out!” read more

honestly

It’s Okay to “Just” be a Mother

I showered before 10 am today because I was taking my kids on a play date. I pulled on jeans instead of sweats, slid some lip gloss across my lips, combed my hair and put on some perfume and then remembered, I didn't have a vehicle. read more

honestly

This Mother is Trading Facebook for Face-Time

He stares up at me with his father's eyes and it's five in the morning, books strewn all over his bed and his two year old hands reaching up to touch my face. No, I'm shaking my head, no, it's not time to get up yet, but it's too late. He's up. read more