When I was a brand new mommy I was told the newborn stage was the hardest stage of parenthood. All those sleepless nights, and those aching breasts from nursing, and the recovery from all the miserable things that can happen during childbirth. As my kids got older I was warned…
I’ve opened up this page to write a note for the blog a dozen times or more over the past few weeks. I have a dozen drafts of catch-up letters, thoughts on a year in quarantine, and random pieces of fluff. Honestly, what I’ve been doing is quietly screaming in…
On one of the writing forums I belong to someone asked how anyone could possibly write with little kids around. What they really wanted to know was: CAN YOU WRITE WITHOUT PUTTING YOUR KIDS IN DAYCARE? Not everyone has a partner, nearby family, or the money needed to create a…
In sixth grade I was in middle school, living in a suburb of Chicago, eleven-years-old, and from my self-centered point of view my world was falling apart. My dad had moved out as part of my parent’s ongoing divorce. My mother had a brain aneurysm. Between the aneurysm and the…