I didn’t mean to do it. When my best friend asked me to attend a hot yoga class with her the following morning, I couldn’t think of a better way to start our Saturday. I also didn’t give my selection of vegetables at Friday night’s dinner a second thought. Hindsight …

The phone call came at 12:15 p.m., probably because she knew I’d be at lunch and able to have a somewhat focused conversation. “She” being the director at my daughter’s school. Nothing was wrong, she said, but if I had some time to chat, she’d appreciate it. Of course, I …

It was a Sunday. I was sitting on the couch, playing with my daughter’s hair when I saw it. Well, I didn’t know what “it” was. We had been playing outside for most of the day, so I just figured it was a gnat or some other kind of creepy …

I have been added to no less than 5 LuLaRoe “groups” on Facebook in the past months.  I have been added to no less than 10 LuLaRoe “parties” on Facebook within that same time frame.  That means, I have unwillingly been added to LLR events 15 times in recent months. …

If you would have asked me 5 years ago if I’d ever consider having a breast augmentation, I would have said no. It was never something I considered. I loved my perky full C cup breasts. But here I am two children later with a good 2 1/2 years of breastfeeding …

It’s funny how things end up how they should be. I’m not sure what to attribute to that fact, but it seems to iron itself out. Whether it’s because we are constantly striving to get our wishes, or our determination out paces the world’s negativity, it seems to work out …

This entry is part 12 of 12 in the series Mom ConfessionsI preface this with the admission that we have dry skin in our family. Really dry skin. Flaky legs, bumpy arms, itchy everything. So when my elementary school daughter said her head was itching and I saw dandruff, I …

This entry is part 10 of 12 in the series Mom ConfessionsWe received this anonymous response to a recent Mom Confession entitled To Stay or To Go.  Only on RMB — an anonymous conversation!  Dear ‘To Stay or To Go,’ When I read your confession, I cried for you. You …

I’m a medical professional and a mom. Right now, sitting here, I could easily work myself into a full-on, can’t breathe, chest hurts, drowning panic attack. It’s that sinking feeling, drowning feeling, and I just don’t know which way is up. The problem is that I read. I read every …

This entry is part 11 of 12 in the series Mom Confessions“I’m my worst self when I’m around him.” It’s been a phrase that started as a fleeting thought, but has grown louder and more resounding over the past year or so. “Him” is my husband. I’m a full-time working …