Every morning after the kids eat breakfast, I wash the dishes and tidy up the house before my daughter’s morning nap. A few weeks ago, I found myself replacing stacks of books that had been pulled from the shelves by … Continue reading
I’ve never been good at asking for help. I like to do things myself. I’ve always been very independent, and even as a kid, group projects were the bane of my existence. I have always been of the opinion that … Continue reading
If you’ve dealt with a picky eater, you know how stressful they can make mealtimes. My son, John, has always been a picky eater. We fought over food on a daily basis, and I came to loathe meals. For months, … Continue reading
We have lived in our current residence for nine months now, but it wasn’t until just a few weeks ago that I actually met our neighbors. Now don’t get me wrong- I haven’t been actively avoiding them. There are no … Continue reading
We’re just begun our fifth (or maybe sixth?) week of quarantine, and I rarely know what day it is. They’ve all begun to blend together now, a steady stream of workout clothes, messy buns, book reading, and walks around the … Continue reading
I started to take my faith seriously in high school. Along for the ride with some young women I admired, I did everything they did- including attend all sorts of retreats, Catholic conferences, and Christian clubs, like the school chastity … Continue reading
Are you a working mom or a stay-at-home mom? If you stay home, you probably cringe at other moms being called “working.” I have had the opportunity to experience the joys and challenges associated with life on both sides. I … Continue reading
Sometimes I feel guilty about how often I complain about the difficulties I faced during the first few months of John’s life. I was horribly sleep-deprived, depressed and anxious, and could barely look at my sweet baby boy as I … Continue reading
When I was pregnant for the first time, people were quick to remind me that I needed to take care of myself. New babies were needy and it would be easy to forget that I had needs, too. This was … Continue reading
My relationship with food and exercise has been complicated, to put it mildly. They have both been so many things to me- a crutch, a punishment, a coping mechanism, a desperate attempt at control, a comfort, an obsession. In recent … Continue reading
