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.
The adventure of parenthood
Friends, boyfriend girlfriend, and marriage–the adventure carries on and on, for a lifetime.
My dirty little secret
I like sex. I liked it before my daughter was born, and I like it even more now that I’m a mom.
Confessions and learning to stop the judgement
I got the look. You other parents will know what I mean. The bad parent look. The why-weren’t-you-watching-your-child-more-closely-and-see-now-look-he-got-hurt-look. That is indeed what happened. We were at the food court, late for an appointment, stuffing ourselves with inappropriate-and-unhealthy-for-children-fast-food, when our son, who was, unbeknownst to us, dangling perilously on top of a food court table, took […]