That kid-free trip to Target is not going to bring you back to life — I’m a big fan of self-care. Five out of five stars. No one can pour from an empty cup, right? But lately, all over Instagram accounts and the Facebook mom groups I belong to, I’m seeing something that troubles me — a subtle message that can be misleading and even…

And complain sometimes, too. — I said to my sister on the phone the other day, “Sometimes I feel like I’m suffocating by my life”. Now, before any of you start to worry that I am falling off the deep end, I’m not. …

If I’m being honest — I’m not a silver linings kind of girl. And this year was kind of the worst. But, when I reflect on this year, I can think of a lot of things that I hope stay the same. I hope people will still stay home when…

As panic around the Coronavirus began to rise back in March, I texted my brother one day to check in, because he seems to be the one in my inner circle that was the most calm about all of it. …

YOU ONLY GET 18 SUMMERS WITH YOUR KIDS. But, guess what? You also get 18 Springs, and 18 Falls, and 18 Winters. I bet when my kids are 19 or older, we might still have summers together too. You also get more than that actually because when your kid turns 18 and they move out (we hope), do you stop being a parent? No. Do they stop needing you? Yes, more than when they were…

I feel the need to validate the experience of all the mamas out there feeling intense amounts of Summer mom guilt. I’m one of you. I am you. Summer started two weeks ago and my kids have already spent eleventy billion hours on screens. I am recovering from Covid, my husband had it before me, and my daughter had it before him. …

But here’s what I know now. Sometimes I look back at my time as a new mother and think it traumatized me. I know that sounds dramatic, and frankly, it is. …

And honestly? It’s really hard to find them I never realized how hard making mom friends would be in adulthood. I had always made friends easily as a kid. It came naturally to me. Yet, as a mom, it has been so. much. harder. In early motherhood I spent many hours, in a cramped two bedroom apartment, crying as milk poured from my sore boobs and I tried to figure out how to take care of my baby. There were a few online message…

Just typing those words leaves me feeling empty and scared. I know I will be judged for them by the childless, the sanctimommies, and the empty nesters that say with a hand over their heart, “But it goes so fast!” As I sit on my couch trying to think my…