It was the end of another day at home with my kids. I was picking up the playroom and my husband was managing bedtime upstairs with our oldest daughter. I heard her yell down the steps, “Momma! I want Baa Baa!” I sifted through the toys scattered on the floor and located her special lovey.Read More
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Happiness and Hardship: Straddling the line between both
The first time I had the thought, “is this real?”, was the day we moved into our new house. My daughters were strapped into their car seats in the back of the van. My oldest pointed out the window with big eyes, “Mommy, new house!” I watched as my husband backed the U-Haul into theRead More
Why Elmo Made Me Cry
What struck me though was this: There are children who watch Sesame Street regularly, who may never hear they are loved, by anyone other than Elmo.
To my Small House: Thank You for the Big Memories
Suggestion: Listen to “North” by Sleeping At Last while reading. When I was 25-years-old I purchased my first home. I closed on my birthday, a beautiful day in June. It had 980-some-square feet of livable space, and it felt huge: two bedrooms, a bathroom, and a big backyard for my fur-baby, Lily. It was justRead More