If you see me at a kids’ event and I seem anti-social, it’s not what you think. I suffer from chronic pain, and just being there is incredibly hard.
I am lying (or laying…man I still never know which is right)…anyway, I am out in my yard on my back under the sun looking up at the all the blue in the sky while on top of a Target Rainbow Blobz. What’s a Target Rainbow Blobz you ask? It’s basically an outdoor water bed. […]
I’ve made quitting a regular thing throughout my life, which sounds bad. But during this pandemic, I’ve also learned that quitting can be a good thing.
I used to be a highly anxious person, but I learned how to manage it when it comes to parenting. For example, I stay off mom sites and trust the experts.
My quarantine story of trying to grow new vegetables from old vegetables and how it was mostly an epic fail.
Using the word “just” when you ask a working mother to do the impossible during a pandemic is an insult, and you’re probably pissing her off.
Raising an introvert is hard. Raising a Black son is often terrifying. Raising one who is both presents a special set of challenges for a mother.
Have you ever played that game “Would You Rather,” where someone gives you two horrendous options and you have to decide which of the two is slightly more bearable?