The Mother Hood
The barren apocalyptic wasteland where I reside.
Parenting, step-parenting, co-parenting with a difficult ex, and the specific kind of exhaustion that comes with being the mother who does the work while nobody's watching. This category is not always easy reading, but it's always real.He who shall not be named also known as: the son who died
I won’t mention him by name. I don’t want to sully his memory by talking more about the way in which he passed. There was already enough internet drama at the time, and my grief was public enough. But I feel it is important to mention this because I will refer to him as the son who died when I write about him. He was not my biological son, but he was my son nonetheless.
Divorce: Can Teenagers Handle the Truth?
Drawing from my personal experience as a child of divorce, I am helping my children deal with the aftermath of my divorce from their father.
Generational Differences
My son hates his grandmother. I can't claim neutrality. But I keep asking myself — did I teach him to hate her, or did she do that herself?
Simply Having a Wonderful Christmas Time
It’s been an hour since we got home from picking my mother from the airport and already my mom is tinkering around my apartment, moving things around, fiddling with my belongings. Usually, this would cause me great stress and be the starting point of many arguments this holiday season. This time it only makes me smile.
Seeing Double
My coworker got nominated for employee of the month after missing three weeks — possibly for being in jail. I called out for a sick child and got talked about. Same old double standard.
