Here’s how dinner with my almost-three-year-old son went last night. Fellow parents, you feel me. Miles would only eat corn if it’s out of a
I killed my strawberries. Not on purpose. I didn’t actively wish death on the strawberry plant. But also, I admit I didn’t try very hard
Happy January, everyone. We’re four weeks into the new year, and like many people, I’ve already given up on my resolution. I told myself that
As a mom, nothing gives me more comfort than this sentence: Everything is a phase. I started hearing that–we probably all did– as a child.
Let’s talk about imposter syndrome. Specifically, mom imposter syndrome. I wrote about the topic about a month after Miles was born and I’m revisiting it
Remember the Baby-Sitters Club series, the quintessential young-adult books about the teenage girls who all sit at someone’s house in Connecticut every week, waiting for