How’s the View
Rebecca Wood
At a local coffee shop on a recent Saturday morning, I sat at a round table cradling a coffee mug and gabbing with friends. The
At a local coffee shop on a recent Saturday morning, I sat at a round table cradling a coffee mug and gabbing with friends. The
“Scoot together and say cheese!” I said, pointing the camera in their direction. The girls scrunched their bodies closer, chocolate dripping from their chins,
I MOPS because I was a mom with a toddler, a marriage looking at its tomb, and a freshly emptied womb. I was 12 weeks
My arms are so tired. I’ve hit a wall, and it’s a solid brick one that’s 4 feet wide and 70 feet high. I
I’m too slow for my life. I reached this revelation recently at a stoplight, as I rolled my toothpaste-blue minivan up next to a
I think my baby girl was about 6 weeks old when I first felt the itch to expand our world beyond the hammock in
Over the summer we were at a family gathering halfway across the country. It was a lot of catching up and conversation about education
I didn’t enter the “Mom Club” in the normal way. In fact, the first four+ years haven’t been “typical.” The day I officially became
“Mama,” he said in a hushed tone, his big brown eyes full of regret, unable to meet mine, “I need to tell you something.
Dear Friends, I’m going to share this now while it’s still raw because if I don’t I’m sure I probably never will. At our