Mom Guilt: 4 Killer Tips to Tame the Beast

Do you ever do this? You put your kiddo to bed, kiss his apple cheeks and think about the day gone by as his breathing steadies. Thoughts of making pumpkin cookies and dancing to blaring kid’s music play in your head. But, so do other memories. Getting upset when flour poured onto the floor after you repeatedly asked your son and daughter to Stop. Touching. The. Bag! And you remember the reason for the music dance party was to help[Read more]

5 Reasons Every Mom Who Writes Should Read ‘Bird by Bird’

  It happens every time, doesn’t it? You sit down in your comfy corner, a cup of steaming beverage, delicious sweet snack, and open a book, the paper scent mixing with the bitter coffee beans. And read one sentence. Kid 1 comes. “Hi, Mommy. Can you get me a drink?” Because you love this interrupting munchkin, you water him like a tulip and sit down once more. You sip your coffee, warm and creamy. And read another sentence. Then comes in[Read more]

Time For Play

  My husband sits on the floor playing the stupid game I bought for his 30th birthday. I smack him over the head. He doesn’t move. I’m leaving,” I say. “Yeah.” “How do I look?” I bite my lip. My hair is curled and the bags under my eyes concealed. For once I feel sexy. “Good.” His eyes stay focused on the screen. Of course. I don’t have time for this. “Dinner’s in the oven. Leave the Xbox alone and[Read more]

Powerful Ways to Steal Cherished Moments With Your Kids

  My son was placed in my arms, squealing and face scrunched. He seemed too small yet too big. Now my tiny baby is a smart, goofy Lego-loving boy about to head to school. He’s a kid. How did it happen so fast? Sometimes I wish I could make time just stop for a second so I can stare at my kids faces without the seconds ticking by. Instead, I use these powerful ways.       Show Affection Kiss your child’s chubby cheeks,[Read more]

Caution, Children at Play

Tears escape from my burning eyes, their streams sliding across my cheek bone. Half-blind, I stumble to another room to escape the toxic air, leaving behind my partly chopped onion and boing pasta. I blink until the fresh air calms the searing burn. High pitched growls come from the room to my left. The door is open slightly, letting dim light shine through. Shadows move in the glow. “Roar!” A deep bellow crescendos in to a howl. “Ow! No hitting,” a[Read more]