***I didn't post a blog last week because I couldn't bring myself to post this in the aftermath of the enormous natural disaster in the Philippines. As someone with a platform, I feel it is my duty to hold space for their stories, not my...
fWhen my parents had me - their third, unexpected child in 1978 - we lived in a small, three bedroom duplex in the small town of Kearney, Missouri. My Dad was a highschool science teacher. For extra money, he coached track and drove the school...
Less than a week after I brought my first baby home, after the post-birthing euphoria wore off, after all the relatives had cooed, cuddled, and given back the baby -- I fell silently, like a deflating balloon, into a bout of despair.
I had nothing or...
My son is 22 months and he loves his Mama somethin’ fierce. He is much more attached to me than my daughter was at this age. If he loses track of me in the house I can hear him from the other room saying, “Where’s...