Tag: motherhood
A Letter to My Last Embryo
To My Dearest Little Embryo,
Tomorrow is a big day. You’re going to be in for a wild ride. I need you to be strong...
A Love With a Due Date: What I’d Tell a First...
My sister-in-law is about to have her first baby. She is about to become a mother. And somehow, even though I am only eight...
Finding Your Village: Community and Support for Secular Homeschool Moms
When I told people we were planning to homeschool, one of the first questions I got was “What about socialization?” and I wondered too,...
Moms, We Have an Empathy Problem
We have an empathy problem in our country. The word empathy, while derived from the Greek word similar to sympathy, is actually a word...
“Hi, This is Emma Speaking:” We Got a Landline and You...
One day last summer, my then-eight-year-old climbed grumpily into my car after camp. Following some initial huffing and puffing, she proceeded to demand that...
When a Baby’s Room Quietly Becomes a Kid’s Room
As I rock my two-and-a-half-year-old in the rocking chair in his room, I start having a slow, quiet realization. I am no longer in...
Raising Kids Without Your Village Next Door
It’s Thursday morning at 4:00 a.m. You know your alarm is two hours away from going off, and another day of solo parenting while...
The Mental Load Is Real: 10 Ways ChatGPT Changed My Life...
Parenting is a full-contact sport. Meals to plan. Errands to run. “What is this weird rash?” Did I pay the electric bill? Who needs...
You Knew What You Were Signing Up For
Many of us grow up with a plan. A plan to find the perfect partner, get married, buy a house with a white picket...
Rebuilding Happily Ever After
Two years ago next month, I watched my husband walk into a date, comfortably holding hands and laughing with his married co-worker.
There was...
Cul-De-Sac Kids: The Value of a Neighborhood
I grew up in rural northeastern Indiana. My house was right outside of town, so close that when my twin sister and I missed...
Learning to Trust Myself Again
My goal for 2026 is to truly trust myself. I’ve made a lot of progress in this area, but somewhere along the way, I’ve...
Fear was Stealing my Joy
I’m someone who finds joy and beauty in simple things. For those who know the Enneagram, I’m a classic 4; creative and sensitive through...
When Mom’s Memory Starts to Go
This past summer, we received the devastating news that my mom, who has always had an impeccable memory, has Alzheimer's disease. We had suspected...













