my groundhog life.

Do you relive the same day again and again? Me too. Morning after morning, we awake and scoot to the nearest box store to retrieve paint for our latest house project. There, Andy saddles up on his mower of choice. Afternoon after afternoon, Andy and I return home, so he can stealthily hide from me. Sometimes…

Oh, the problem with pride.

Oh, the problem with pride. It never looks good on anyone. It’s often propelled by feelings of inadequacy. And it’s the fastest way to get me to do something: Tell me I can’t do something.  Because pride, propelled by inadequacy, always has something to prove. Drew recently told me I can’t be push-mowing the lawn at 35 weeks pregnant….

My self-help success story.

You know all the mushy, feel-good, self-help anecdotes that incessantly float around social media? The ones that call you to an ideal standard of effortlessly perfect parenting, wife-ing, friending, or whatever other life role fits you. The beautiful stories of flawless moms who have reared angelic beings. The personal testimonies that promise you can have it all if you just adopt…

Burn those dinners more often.

It was only last fall that I told of my chicken bones catastrophe. Whether it was the Sahara Desert rice or the whole chicken breast(s) that ultimately clogged the kitchen drain is debatable. But now that I’m over half a year older and wiser, I can humbly trumpet what I’ve learned: Brown-bottom chicken leads to lots of brown-bottom leftovers [and frowns]. Lots of brown-bottom leftovers lead…

Extremely anonymous Q. & A. for moms.

As you know by now, I’m very likely the world’s best mom. Being the trophy parent I am, although I’m wildly busy being an attentive, sensitive, and crafty mother, it’s only right that I give of myself to help you navigate your difficult parenting journey. Consequently, I’m fielding a Q. & A., where mothers anonymously submit problematic parenting scenarios to me for my sage counsel….

Confessions of a misfit mom.

Tell me I’m not alone in my incessant string of mom fails. Tell me. TELL ME. Like the sterling silver fork we found in my toddler’s onesie when he awoke one morning. This fork spent all night smuggled in the pant leg of my son’s fleece footie pajamas. Or the recent time at the zoo,…

hugs upon hugs.

Happy Valentine’s Day, dear friend. It’s one of my favorite holidays, you know. Despite the multitude of curmudgeons who hate on this very special day, it holds a particularly unique place in my heart. Because who doesn’t love telling others how much you love them? Warm fuzzies all over. Not to mention, this holiday presents many socially acceptable opportunities…

I want to be the hero, just once.

Do you ever build up a situation in your mind, only to experience a dramatically disappointing result when reality comes to pass? Me too. I want to be the hero, just once. This never goes well for me. Particularly when I attempt to satisfy this insecurity with grocery store treasures. You know what I’m talking about. The item that’s not…

Five avoidable life experiences.

Let me share my recent string of FIVE avoidable life experiences, with the hope of making your journey less–how shall I say this–burdensome. You’re welcome. 😉 ONE. One poorly considered Christmas gift for your child. That’s all it takes to ruin your life. Ours came in the form of a red, shiny Radio Flyer push tricycle that cannot…