No one Reading Your Blog, Mama? 10 Compelling Reasons to Try Medium

It’s too much. Facebook. Twitter. Pinterest. Instagram. Google+. And more. All these social platforms bloggers use can make your head spin. Sure, you need them, and they help, if you have a following. But, maybe you are like me. When I started blogging all I had was Facebook. Nothing else. And that Facebook account was teeny tiny, made just for family. Not the best social media presence to say the least. But I have spent the last almost two years[Read more]

5 Useful Ways to Protect Your Creative Time

This is a guest post be the lovely Aditi Wardhan Singh   We don’t value things till they are too little or gone. It’s human nature. And one of the most undervalued and taken for granted commodities is time. As people, it is very easy to understand that we need to spend our money on need and not wants. What is a hard idea to grasp is we need to be more proactive on spending our energy on what is[Read more]

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]