One of Those Days

There are days where you really feel like you’re owning life. Those days where you’re just checking things off a list, loving others well, getting up immediately when your alarm goes off, not yelling at your kids, wearing matching...
If you are a mother, have a mother, or know a mother, you know that mothers wear a lot of hats. We are juggling many roles, many responsibilities, and managing many a thought and expectation simultaneously. As a case...

An Admirable Question

Who is a woman today you deeply admire? I was reading a parenting book when I read this seemingly innocuous question. The question seemed simple. After all, I have so many women in my life whom I deeply admire and...

Necessary Nostalgia

It has been said on more than one occasion that one shouldn’t live or dwell in the past, dredge up the past, count past hurts against someone, or let the past define oneself. In these senses, the past is...

An Honest Conversation

There are times in my parenting pilgrimage ‒ those scarce moments when I’m not providing snacks, band-aiding, or keeping them from losing and/or breaking an extremity ‒ when I find myself on the other side of the parenting equation....

Childlike Behavior

On some rudimentary level, I always thought parenting, among other things, would bring me to some sort of elevated level of – I don’t know – maturity, maybe? Wisdom? Intellect? The sacred act of bringing life into the world,...
There is a familiar scene that happens in some fast-paced workplaces. So familiar, in fact, the scene has been rendered anew in many contexts in innumerable films and TV shows. We all know it: A worker enters a bustling,...
To anyone that has any contact with children, as well as any sort of vehicular transport of them, they know, there is indeed a dark side to this whole “begetting” of children situation. That dark side being, of course,...

Am I… Fat?

“Mommy, what does 'fat' mean?” I was walking up the stairs — embarrassingly out of breath — carrying my son, when my daughter shouted the pensive question from the bottom of the stairs. “What?!” I asked, taken aback. We had just...

A Calling

India. It started calling to me a couple of years ago. And, at first, I didn’t listen. In fact, I balked at the idea of ever – I mean ever – traveling to India. Too extreme, I scolded myself. This...
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