A teen mother, 15 years later
I was only 14 years old, a cheerleader and on the track team; his dad was my first boyfriend, and I still played with my Barbies faithfully. In my mind, I was still a virgin.
A Letter to my Wifey
This is my paltry effort to tell the world just a few of the reasons why you are the absolute fucking bomb.
Staring down the US census form
The problem with all of these required forms is obvious: my kids aren’t one box.
Learning to love in new ways
My life is full of achievements, big and small, that never would’ve happened without Leah, and on the top of that list sits my beautiful daughter, Harper.
Behold: the Ninja Mom
My wife is a master of the breast pump, has advanced training in diapering and has perfected the swaddle sleeper hold.
Family network makes deployed parenting possible
I believe, wholeheartedly, that the moment I gave birth, my purpose in life shifted toward a new center of gravity: namely, my daughter.
The adventure of parenthood
Friends, boyfriend girlfriend, and marriage–the adventure carries on and on, for a lifetime.
Coming out of the infertility closet
I struggled with infertility for five years before conceiving my son … and a big part of the challenge was the fact that it was a secret. Maybe it’s time to tell my story. You should know, this is a long, long story.