Tag: love
To My Angry Little Person, Love, Your Mama
Dear Angry Little Person,
This evening was a doozy, my angry little person. You fought with your brother over the placement of game pieces in...
My Not-Traditional Path to Marriage: How My Husband and I Found...
My husband, T, and I have been together for over five years. We have a four year-old son, a house, a joint checking account,...
These Are Days I Will Remember: An Open Letter to My...
These are days that I will remember for you.
These are the days that I will recall many times while you are growing up. These...
Please, Stop Telling Me to Love My Body
I personally want the world to stop telling me to love my body.
Spoiler alert: I don’t currently love my body. I do love my...
Our Not-So-Perfect Marriage: Surviving Lies, Temptations, and Rumors
Our Not-So-Perfect Marriage
A lot of people have told me that my husband, Mark, and I have “the perfect marriage.” We don’t. Our marriage, like...
Vulvodynia: Let’s NOT Talk about Sex, Baby
Sex. For me, it's always been such a four letter word. Sex is seemingly simple, but it can bring up VASTLY complicated issues. It's...
My Best Friend
You know those women with one best friend?
A friend like a sister, a forever partner in crime, and a soulmate. The sort of epic...
Grandparents Day Gratitude
Mimi, Nona, Papa, Gaga, Grandpa….The many names of the grandparents that love and adore my son.
With Grandparents day this month, I’m feeling especially grateful...
How to Love and Support a Single Mom
If anyone thinks that parenting is a walk in the park, then perhaps you should go and pour me a glass of whatever you're...
On Love
I love talking about love.
Love is wide blue sky simplicity, and ocean deep complexity. Love is low burning when pain comes stalking cold, and...
Mommy Must Haves: Must Haves.
I will be honest right up front. When trying to choose a 'must have' in my role as Mother, I became completely stumped.
Thinking, thinking,...
The Daddy Diaries:: I Don’t Buy My Wife Flowers Enough
I readily confess that I don’t buy my wife flowers enough. With a horrible effect which combines the sensation of enameled finger nails on...