Madeliene Clark
I Survived a Stroke
Disclaimer: At Indianapolis Moms, we believe in sharing personal stories and experiences from local moms. Please remember that this post reflects one writer’s personal...
Soaking Up the Sweet Spot (Before They’re Over Me)
As all parents know, every age and phase comes with ups and downs. There’s no perfect age, and I find myself nostalgic for the...
Goodbye, Overconsumption
Real talk. I’m starting to feel guilty about my family’s overconsumption. My family has more than we need—by a mile and a half. I...
A Love Note to My Husband (And Why You Should Write One Too)
Allow me to propose a love gift to your person in this month of love.
Inspired by the movie Marriage Story, which is largely about...
Tiny Santas in Training by Teaching Gift-Giving
Gift-giving is one of my favorite pastimes—an opportunity to be creative and thoughtful while also chasing deals. In a season bursting with wish lists,...
The Witching Hour: My Family’s Daily Low Point
Many moms the world over acknowledge the witching hour. The witching hour is the window of time every night (sometimes much longer than an...
Witchy Mom Magic: Spooky Tips for a Bewitching Halloween Celebration
It’s spooky season, and I am here for all the witchy mom magic. Halloween season is the perfect time to ignite your creativity and...
Anxiety Hits Motherhood: A Personal Reflection
I've lived with my anxiety for so long that it mostly feels normal to me. But motherhood offers endless opportunities for unhinged anxiety to...
Dressing for Joy: Embracing My Preschooler’s Style
My preschooler dresses like the most effeminate, rainbow, sparkly unicorn girl you've ever met. But he's not a girl—he's a four-year-old boy who's just...
Logistical Bliss: Family Planning for 2024
Both my husband and I are planners. He’s the spreadsheet, circle graph kind of fun and I just love a good old fashioned handwritten...
Toddler Separation Anxiety: The Monday Mom Struggle
Here we go--another painful start to the week. Toddler separation anxiety is brutal. And if you’re like me, the guilt and anguish I feel...