More than flowers, cards or even wine this Mothers Day, I want this one gift: to remember who I was before I became a mother.
Sometime we have to lie to our kids, especially when you have stupidly allowed them to have rodents as pets and those rodents become murderers.
I tell my kids my TV shows are scary so they’ll leave me alone. And that I count the splash bad as a bath. And that I hate Minecraft. There, I said it.
Depression crept up on me, and when it hit, I was shocked. I was still fully functional, and wasn’t crying everyday. But I felt nothing.
By year 12, the hot morning sex might be gone, but the comfort of throwing your hairy leg over your spouse is way better.
Dear moms who don’t breastfeed FOR ANY REASON, I am sorry. I judged you and let my “You can do this!” mindset turn into “You SHOULD do this.”
Essential oils are great and all, but how about a few that actually solve life’s problems? Like oils to help with mommy-rage, or that make my house stay clean?
By Heather Jones of hmjoneswriter.com “I’m tired of being an advocate for black women, but I know wherever I stop is where my daughters are going to have to pick up. So I keep going. Long after I’m tired.” -Bunmi Laditan Being an activist is not a choice when you are a person of color […]