Imagine being split in half, like a wishbone. Tightrope walking…Read more
An ache deep within bones, crawling under tiger-striped skin.
Nestled to rest in their first home; an experience passively mentioned,
with chances it might creep in.
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The Little Bear illuminated my life, The Warrior Princess made me fearless, and Little Church renewed my faith in “This Too Shall Pass.” I was asked an interesting question last month. “Which was harder: going from one to two kids, or two to three kids?” After making the decision to continue with pregnancy number three, […]Read more
One thing I was excited for Mother’s Day were the crafts and pictures that my eldest made at school for me. His first year of school and I was gifted with a rainbow vase and pink Roses, a picture of him blowing kisses and a list of the special things he loves about me. According […]Read more
I’m Me, naturally. It’s taken me quite a few years to accept that.Read more
Being a mom is a full-time job. There are no sick days, rare to no days off or vacation time, and you need to be wise about late nights because the next morning your kids will be up before the crack of dawn. Every day is planned out in accordance to what your kids, partner […]Read more