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To the class of 2020 — whether it's high school, preschool, college, or whatever — you are getting a bad deal here. COVID-19 has taken away a lot, and now, it's taking away the end of your final year....
The two months leading up to the widespread stay-at-home advisories were a blur. I was working two jobs, with increased hours at both. It had been a hectic and chaotic start of the spring semester at my job supporting...
It started out more as on omission of the truth. Because my children are young, ages 4 and 1, and I’m blessed to be at home with them full time, it didn’t seem necessary to say anything. Even our son,...
A few months ago, out of the blue, my son hit a rough patch. He became impossible in the morning before school. Rather than talking, he would only meow, squeak, or scream in response to us. Any request we...
The beautiful truth is, the day I first told her about her CP probably won’t be a defining moment in her life, because she was really too young to remember it. It was, though, a defining moment in mine. It was a shift in the way we related to each other, and for the first time since her diagnosis I felt like I wasn’t lying to her anymore. It was in that moment I found the power of being honest, open, and matter of fact.
For now, we take each day as it comes. We learn together, and we overcome together. And yes, four years later, we still rock in our chair together.
When I found out I was pregnant, my biggest fear and most Googled subject was about food. I prayed and pep talked my son in utero about not being a picky eater. I kept a pretty balanced diet while pregnant, too, with my most specific cravings being apples, broccoli, and Honey Nut Cheerios (shout out to my husband for always coming home with what I wanted). 
February vacation week is upon us in Massachusetts, and I am stressing out about it. Winter break in December was brutal. I am a stay-at-home mom of three kids, ages 8, 5, and 2. My kids are at that tough...
While bedtime is a contentious time in our household, one routine that has remained steadfast is our bedtime reading. As an English teacher, I treasure this time with my oldest, encouraging her love for reading before she can do...
  The view from the glider in my daughter’s bedroom shows a map of the world. Though I bought the map to inspire a sense of adventure for her, it has become meaningful to me as a source of connection....
I remember walking into a Starbucks, clumsily wearing my 3-week-old baby in my baby Bjorn. I was so exhausted and irritable from weeks of no sleep, and I had one mission and one only. Get the damn coffee, STAT! While...
I learned that my daughter’s epic airplane meltdown did not make her a bad kid, or me a bad mom. It made us both human. And resilient humans, at that.
December babies deserve to be celebrated the same way as any other person on their birthday. There are so many small but significant ways to acknowledge both the holidays and the birthdays of those who were born during the most wonderful time of year.
Leading up to Odie crossing the rainbow bridge, I had a Carrie Bradshaw thought. When you’re 20 and get a dog, do you really think about who you will be in 10 years or who your dog will be? Odie became a brother (when I added another dog, Abita, to my family a year later) and remained an important part of my life for 13 and a half years. He road-tripped from Louisiana to Massachusetts with me, lived in six homes with me, and went everywhere I could take him.
I think we’re one and done. Jackson's birth did not go exactly as planned, but his birth day will forever be one of the happiest and most traumatic days of our lives!
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The Pumpkin Roll :: A Pandemic-Proof Holiday Tradition

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This holiday season seems to be the latest thing we can add to the “pivot” column. When I learned that Thanksgiving was no longer...