Tag Archives: Hot Mess

I have a Mom Bag. And other new realizations about motherhood.

I have a Mom Bag. Inside you may find: Extra clothes for the baby, because blowouts. Extra clothes for me, because blowouts of epic proportions. Snacks for the baby. Snacks for me, because once a baby starts eating solids it becomes a quantum physics lesson to balance their appetites, teething status, nap schedule vs eating […]

My Words Don’t Work

I’ve been absent here. Not for lack of thoughtfulness or ideas of a writing topic. But fear. What do I possibly have to say about being a mother that hasn’t already been said far more eloquently by another author, another Scary Mommy contributor or HuffPo contributor, or another mommy blogger who’s gone viral on all […]

When you don’t know what you don’t know.

I am a planner. If you could press rewind and look at my bedroom during my high school years, you’d never have guessed I’d become one. Back then I was holed up somewhere between the National Geographic photographs bordering my walls, the musical instruments, athletic gear, books I read for pleasure¬†and¬†studying riffraff. It looked like […]