I bet you’re wondering what Post-adoption depression, Orlando and a trophy have in common. Well…nothing. But bear with me. We’re in our 21st month of #AdoptionTalk. Writing these posts twice a month, linking up with my four, amazing co-hosts and reading the myriad of adoption stories that are out there is one of my favorite…
My two boys are a couple of tenacious little beasts. Their curiosity and the way they approach exploration…scratch that – attack exploration – is a pretty cool thing to watch. As they get older, they’re starting to ask more questions about the world around them and trying to figure out how stuff works. See also…
Moms are pulled in so many different directions every day. Every hour. We’re pressured to do all the things and be all the things. Often the pressure is self-imposed but it is pressure just the same. I blame Pinterest. And whoever invited the term “Mom Guilt.” We tell ourselves that we’re not up to snuff…
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We live in San Antonio, Texas and while we certainly don’t lack for family friendly things to do in our city, sometimes, it’s fun to get away for a few days. Our kids are at the age where they travel pretty well (if you choose to overlook the bazillion “are we there yet’s”) so when…
How many times have you heard someone say admiringly “girlfriend is totally rocking that angry, bitter thing?” How ‘bout never? Lately, I’ve recognized bitterness in myself. It feels funny, like shoes that don’t fit but that I’m wearing anyway. I try to shrug off bitter. Sometimes I can, but it’s temporary. Bitterness sneaks back. Sometimes I…
Some memories really stay with you. I like to think I’m a pretty strong and confident person but seeing the name of the girl who taunted me in high school pop up on my friends’ social media feeds elicits a reaction in me, even after all these years. Here’s an excerpt of my latest post…
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I was sitting at my computer working when I saw eight words flash across my screen. Ads are everywhere and the stalker-ish Internet always knows what kind of stuff we like to buy, right? All bad things must come to an end. It was an ad for the farewell Mötley Crüe tour stopping in my…
If grades were given out in this thing called motherhood, last week would probably have fallen somewhere between a D+ and a C-, depending on the generosity of the teacher. I don’t aim for perfection in parenting. I’m mostly shooting for above-average. Most of the time, I think I succeed. But not last week. I…