By Shelby Spear of shelbyspear.com You know those moments in mothering when we smash our palms against our face and drag our fingers down towards our chin, pressing as hard as we can, while stretching our bottom eyelids far enough to reveal the crimson fleshy stuff? The face distorting is […]
By Shelby Spear of shelbyspear.com So I don’t swear. Often, anyway. Except for the 3rd week of the month, give or take a week, or on overlapping weeks, depending on the almost always irregular occurrence of the thing women should never ever have to deal with once the prospect of […]
By Shelby Spear of shelbyspear.com Have you heard about the mother-of-three who hosted her first ever grad party for her oldest son? Brace yourself, because the story is toxic. Turns out because the mom was new to the scene of having one of her babies graduate, her bleeding heart trumped logic […]
By Shelby Spear of shelbyspear.com Dear Self-Esteem, I know. I hear your soul crying. You’re only 46 and owning a pair of pee-proof underwear is outrageous and humiliating. But try not to let the gravity of this day weigh you down. God knows most of your physical self has already lost […]
By Shelby Spear of shelbyspear.com Your eyes connect with your newborn’s for the first time, allowing you to see through the gateway into the pure innocent heart of your newborn — an inconceivable creation between you and your spouse. Without warning or protocol, the magnetic bond opens a door of knowing […]
By Shelby Spear of shelbyspear.com So, one biggie rule in writing is cut the clichés. Like all of ‘em. Any attempt to use a hackneyed phrase results in a perturbed voice from the writers’ galaxy: “Oh, hell no.” One biggie rule in parenting is, well, I have no idea. Thing […]
By Shelby Spear of shelbyspear.com It’s official. My guy will go to any extreme to get some shizzle. I came home from a six day vacation without him to a house that had been primped, primed, touched up and tinkered with. All in the form of a completed twenty-seven item honey-do […]