I don’t do mom’s groups

This morning was mom's group.  It's my mid-week sanctuary. A little splice of time I which I need to contribute nothing to anyone --- just soak in sweet  coversation with my friends, escape from parenting my older kids for a bit, and enjoy coffee and treats. I was invited to this mom's group for months

I am 1 in 4

I am your friend. Your coworker. Your barista. Your accountant. Your personal trainer.   You see me at the grocery store with my kids. My baby swaddled up to my chest, my two older kids hanging off the cart I push around. You comment on how full my arms are. I smile on the outside. On the inside,

The gift worth opening

One of my favorite parts about Christmas is wrapping presents.  It's not so much what is inside --- although I often love that too.  It is the ability to choose a beautiful textured, graphic printed paper. To neatly cover any rounded edges, disjointed parts, in a tidy box. To finish every detail with intention and

When the pursuit of dreams looks anything but dreamy

   Yesterday, I took Leyla to the park.  She laughed and played, and occasionally asked for my help, which I gently refused.  There were two other moms there. They were cute. They did planks and squats while their children ran around. While they weren't all made up ... Their hair was neatly pulled back and

How I really feel about Mother’s Day, now that it’s finally almost over

   I have been waiting for a month to feel inspired to write about Mother's Day.  It's now 10 pm tonight on Mother's Day, and honestly ... I still don't feel inspired.  I joined Sarah Philpott's #HonorAllMoks campaign. (Click here for Sarah's blog.) It's a brilliant campaign, and I wanted to help. But I still didn't