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Over the last few years, I’ve spent hours hiding in the bathroom.  Hiding from the constant demands of motherhood.

Life can be super hard, and it seems like everything is pulling for our attention, our time and our energy...READ MORE

My shaky hands reached in desperation for the phone. Through big, bulbous tear droplets, I dialed my mom’s number...

After spending the holidays with granddaughters who have toddlers, I am exhausted just observing everything they do.

I sat there during worship half hoping my hair would hide my tears. You know those Sundays.

I made my way into the kitchen, optimistic about the peaceful time I was about to enjoy until I heard a sound I didn’t expect to hear…

I just wish I could run away! This thought bombarded my exhausted brain as I poured myself an extra-large cup of coffee.

Motherhood is often referred to as one of “the greatest things and one of the hardest things.” This is a very real statement...

Late one night, I found myself in the kitchen intently listening to the tiny boy who is now a young man. Sparked by a question I asked him..

We can be honest, right? I’m just not feeling it. Maybe it is the pandemic, midlife stress, the single-mom load...we are all in recovery...