Being Brave when My Girls are Watching
Alexandra Kuykendall
It was one of those days when the details weren’t unfolding as I’d planned. But with each turn, I tried to make the best.
It was one of those days when the details weren’t unfolding as I’d planned. But with each turn, I tried to make the best.
The day my daughter was born I held her in my arms and recalled the dream I’d had a few months earlier, of holding
“Do what only you can do.” It was the mantra my friend Karen, who has lived more life than I, told me a few
I never really considered myself ‘the brave one’. Loud, sure. Spontaneous, at times. Joyful, usually. But brave — not so much. Then I asked
It was one of those days – you know what I am talking about — days you frantically run from place to place to
Dear Son, You’ve got scrapes on both knees and a Spiderman ball-cap perched on your sandy blond hair. Your eyes are your father’s, like
“You have an unlimited budget for lingerie,” my husband told me as I headed out for a much overdue shopping trip. I jokingly told
Warm summer nights + chick flick + husband = hot kisses. Right? When’s the last time you’ve been kissed? I mean really kissed. Kissed
The chaotic life and motherhood go hand in hand. I noticed recently how many times I say “hurry, we’re late” in any given morning.
You want to know what’s great about June, darling? Well, there are lots of things. But one of the great things about June is