Blogiversary: Unexpected Lessons from One Year of Blogging
Somehow, this little corner of the internet I started on a whim has officially made it a year. A whole year of writing, editing, deleting, re-editing, googling “why is my …
BRF
So apparently, I have the face. You know the one. The “is she mad or just thinking about tacos?” face. The kind of face that makes strangers ask, “Are you …
Voulez-Vous?
When I was twenty-two, I spent a summer in France, which sounds glamorous until you realize I was surviving mostly on baguettes and instant coffee. I’d just finished college, had …
I am a Rock, I am an Island
There’s this part of me that always wants to do everything myself. Not because I don’t have help—Rex is amazing, the boys are healthy, we’ve got family and friends nearby—but …
I Am Ironman. I Mean Woman. Ironwoman.
Some days, I wake up feeling like I could take on the world. I’ve got my coffee (the first one, at least), a mental to-do list that rivals NASA’s launch …
The Thesis of Motherhood (If You Can Call It That)
If life had a syllabus, motherhood would be the longest, most confusing class with no office hours and a professor who just shrugs and says, “You’ll figure it out.” And …
Woman in the Gray Flannel Suit
There was a time in my twenties when I thought “professional” meant pencil skirts, clicking heels, and women who carried briefcases that probably smelled like ambition and leather conditioner. I …
The Gauntlet is Down
There’s a point in every mom’s week when you realize… it’s on. The chaos, the challenges, the sheer willpower it takes to keep everyone fed, dressed, and mostly alive—it’s the …