This Mother’s Day All I Want to Say is… I’m Sorry

Last year, it was my first Mother’s Day as a mom. My son was six months old at the time and I was just so incredibly exhausted. I wanted to fall to my mother’s feet and say, I get it. I finally understood why Mother’s Day wasn’t just a silly Hallmark holiday — it represented so much more. TheContinue reading “This Mother’s Day All I Want to Say is… I’m Sorry”

The Joy of Sleeplessness

Every morning, my husband and I engage in the most unromantic of pillow talk conversations: who’s getting up with the baby. I have a history of bad luck when it comes to winning contests. This is the one exception. Nearly every morning, my name is pulled out of the metaphorical hat. I have the goodContinue reading “The Joy of Sleeplessness”

The End of March

As February turned to March, my mind is flooded with memories of this time last year. The end of March is not a birthday or anniversary that I have been celebrating for years; it is a first anniversary. This time last year, my husband had accepted a job offer in San Francisco. I developed anContinue reading “The End of March”

In the Shadows

Doggies are king in my home these days. “Dada,” my son calls them. Whether it’s a fussy diaper change or refusal to wear his pants, all it takes is a reminder that we can’t go out and play with the doggies without either, and, instantly, I’ll see his eyes light up. We’ll be out theContinue reading “In the Shadows”

He’s Nothing Like Me

There are certain things in life where the truth is better left unsaid. And, if you absolutely must say something, you lie. Plain and simple. “Your baby looks nothing like you!” is one of those things. If you catch me on a good day, I will politely smile while mentally slapping you across the face. On aContinue reading “He’s Nothing Like Me”