
I Know 13 is Weird
I know 13 is weird. I know some changes are happening at warp speed and some are taking their sweet time.

I know 13 is weird. I know some changes are happening at warp speed and some are taking their sweet time.

Fine, I’m not EXACTLY totally finished. There are slots in my daughter’s baby book for photos that are sitting empty that need to be filled. I have to remember what she was given for her fifth birthday party, even though I could confidently guess “princess stuff” and “My Little Pony nonsense” and that would pretty much cover it.

An innocent dinner exchange helped my kids learn about issues much more complex than chicken wings. Equality and equity.

I’ve asked myself countless times over my 15 years of parenting, “When the bleep is this going to get easier?”

On any given day, I go through such a range of emotions when it comes to my children that it makes my head spin. Love, happiness, anger, elation, pride, discouragement, worry, and then some.

Grandma, you are one of the smartest people I’ve ever known, putting you in the company of Oxford laureates. You were and are beautiful and brilliant.

I think that empathy helps make me a helpful, compassionate mother. But it’s also really freaking exhausting.

Dear Sleepless Mom: I get it. Some babies are hard. Mine was. But I’ll tell you something. With time, it does get easier.

My first Thanksgiving with my husband was an absolute disaster. And there was one lesson I learned: always have backup gravy.

“Noooooo,” my older son yelped as we got near the front of the ride, backing away.

My dad served his country, ready to defend it with his life for over two decades. I feel a fierce pride and Veterans Day reminds me of that pride.

After a decade of marriage, birthing four mini-me’s, and turning into a SAHM, I am
























