Mother/Son

Remember when you thought talking to your kids about sex was uncomfortable and tricky to maneuver? Well, I have found a topic that feels even more terrifying. It’s called “How not to get trafficked.” This topic is vital today. Please don’t skip it. Ever look at your kids, ready to …

I am so fucking tired of being fucking tired. The End

I *heart* creative bento box lunches. But just so I don’t scare anyone off, I’m not talking about cutting faces out of seaweed or dying pasta to make hair. I admire those who do, but I know myself and my son — I’m not that dedicated, and he isn’t going to eat seaweed or anything …

Motherhood is an elevated, high calling. It may not appear that way on the outside looking in, since we often find ourselves in humble places (whether we’re wiping bums, cleaning sticky fingers, breathing deeply amidst our frustrations or moving through difficult feelings of being undervalued or unseen). My hope is …

Have you been to the Reno River Festival in recent years? It is amazing to me how this festival has grown and changed since it started 14 years ago. How do I know it was 14 years ago? Because I vividly remember working the inaugural event the weekend that my …

Blame: Assign responsibility for a fault or wrong, condemn, accuse, assign liability, indict, incriminate. We are all living on this very Earth because of our mothers. Every. Single. One. Of. Us. I know that can be hard to remember when it has taken until 2018 for the care standards to …

My first baby turned 4 years old today, and I don’t know what to do with myself. Time is the most cunning thief of all thieves. I’m in disbelief at where we’re at, leaving the “baby” stage behind with a now-4-year-old and a 19-month-old. Since I’m feeling sentimental today, I’ll …

I had the privilege of asking 10 reflective questions to moms who are “done” raising their children. (Translation: We know motherhood is never “done” or over with — but this means these moms don’t have children who live in their homes anymore, and their roles in their adult children’s lives have changed). …

My 4-year-old daughter was recently in the hospital. And I don’t mean “in the hospital” as in “visiting a friend and then scampering down to the cafeteria for a chocolate fro-yo.” I mean “in the hospital” as in “hospitalized.” For days. Yet every nurse, doctor, CNA and hospital food service …

Let me get this out of the way from the outset: I never take for granted how blessed I am to be called “Mom” by three spectacular souls. They are everything to me, and Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays because it allows me to truly recognize and express gratitude …