My husband is a perfectly capable human being. Completely. Given a to-do list, he will do anything I ask him to. But sometimes, it’s easier to do it myself.
A recent conversation with my daughter reminded me what amazing adults my kids are growing into. I can't wait to be friends with my kids.
I didn't realize until we finally adopted one of our own why every family needs a dog. They're the ultimate pet for fun, protection and love.
The excitement is palpable. I am preparing for the arrival of someone else’s “babies”. In blending our families, the bulge is in my heart, not my belly.
We live in a world where boys can wear their mother's heels and it's encouraged. Unless they identify as trans. Then it means they're confused.
It's my fourteenth wedding anniversary and it's starting to feel pretty bland. I miss sex but my husband doesn't. Is a marriage without chemistry worth it?
I always knew the day would come when my boys would ask about my parents, but it’s hard to prepare for the questions that will come from their tiny mouths.
There were some things in I wasn't prepared to parent through. Having to explain their father's struggles with addiction to my kids was one of those things.
We didn’t have a fight. Not even a heated argument. I wondered what I did to hurt her, but I was at a total loss as to what it was.
We made it: we survived. Fifteen years married. Three kids, countless diapers, everything couples do to build a life. And we made it.