
I Joined the Club and Got My Special Pen
I always thought epipens were for kids with severe reactions to foods. I had no idea that I would be a candidate for one.

I always thought epipens were for kids with severe reactions to foods. I had no idea that I would be a candidate for one.

Sometimes we have these painful seasons in our lives that don’t ever seem to end.

The first day of school has just passed. You adjusted my IEP at the end of last year and requested that I get the teacher who also has a son with ADHD.

I’ve been watching news about our climate crisis for a while. It terrifies me. I have kids, I want grandkids, and I want them safe.

Being a Mom is a 24 hours a day, 7 days a week job. The happier and more relaxed you are, the better Mom you will be – so you should take care of MOM!

It’s not how I envisioned school for my children. Or any child. But this is reality. And Sandy Hook Promise’s PSA drives that point home.

I’m fat. I hate it and sometimes I hate my body. But I’m done feeling this way. I’m committing to myself. I’m going to lose weight.
I sound like a broken record, even to myself. But I have no alternative. I have hearing loss. I need to teach my children how to speak so I can hear them.

Summer sports, camps, trips, boredom, and crafts take over my world, space, and mind. I find myself spinning in circles some days.
My goal pants are toxic, and a dream that is not really mine, but one forced on me by what society says I should want.

We all know the stages of grief—denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. I’ve been through them…and added a sixth stage—fear.

We are surrounded by the mommy wine culture daily. Shirts that say “I run on coffee and wine.” The normalization of alcoholism is a problem.

I always thought epipens were for kids with severe reactions to foods. I had no idea that I would be a candidate for one.

Sometimes we have these painful seasons in our lives that don’t ever seem to end.

The first day of school has just passed. You adjusted my IEP at the end of last year and requested that I get the teacher who also has a son with ADHD.

I’ve been watching news about our climate crisis for a while. It terrifies me. I have kids, I want grandkids, and I want them safe.

Being a Mom is a 24 hours a day, 7 days a week job. The happier and more relaxed you are, the better Mom you will be – so you should take care of MOM!

It’s not how I envisioned school for my children. Or any child. But this is reality. And Sandy Hook Promise’s PSA drives that point home.

I’m fat. I hate it and sometimes I hate my body. But I’m done feeling this way. I’m committing to myself. I’m going to lose weight.
I sound like a broken record, even to myself. But I have no alternative. I have hearing loss. I need to teach my children how to speak so I can hear them.

Summer sports, camps, trips, boredom, and crafts take over my world, space, and mind. I find myself spinning in circles some days.
My goal pants are toxic, and a dream that is not really mine, but one forced on me by what society says I should want.

We all know the stages of grief—denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. I’ve been through them…and added a sixth stage—fear.

We are surrounded by the mommy wine culture daily. Shirts that say “I run on coffee and wine.” The normalization of alcoholism is a problem.