mom

I think that before I actually became a mom, I dreamt of sick days to be filled with breakfasts in bed, handwritten notes with all the words spelled wrong, and misshapen pancakes — but the reality is far from that dream. I'm flustered just thinking about it.

I’m full of emotions: pride, awe, fear, nerves. The spelling bee first, then the piano recital. Two different kids, same mom. Same me, wanting to prevent my boys from pain and discomfort. Same me, biting my tongue and smiling broadly in support.

I’m pretty lucky if I wake up and don’t look like someone punched me in the face.

10. 15 minutes alone in the grocery store has become your equivalent to a therapy session.

We’ve all felt misunderstood or made life-changing mistakes.

After 365 days of kid-topia time, Mother's Day is finally upon us!

The last episode of “MyCoffeePot & Me” aired 2 years ago when I woke up to an unresponsive pot.

Since I was a little girl I have dreamed about finding that special someone. You know, the guy who is brave enough to say those three little words: I'm a feminist.