Tag Archives: Things I Suck At

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 […]

Write the damn thing.

Sleep mocks me. No matter how tired I am, I cannot seem to fall asleep before a witching hour each night. I would blame just the wedding, but that’s not the sole culprit. Cycles of various topics, from wedding to work to wedding to writing to reading to wedding to life to friends to family […]