Silencing the Voice
Erin Smalley
As I drove through the early morning darkness, I approached the “Golden Arches” for my first caffeine hit of the day — Diet Coke.
As I drove through the early morning darkness, I approached the “Golden Arches” for my first caffeine hit of the day — Diet Coke.
My truth, my weight doesn’t bother me. It’s not that I’m fat, it’s that it doesn’t bother me. It’s supposed to, right? As an
Every day I’m convinced I am failing either in my parenting or in my profession, sometimes both. Either I yelled too much that day
She was sharing her heart. Her dreams. Her aspirations. Her goals for the coming year. “You know,” she breathed through the telephone, “how I
I love my mom. I do. She is loving, caring. She worked crazy hard, her whole mothering life. She fed us, bathed us, clothed
I am a failure. It’s true. You name it, I’ve failed at it at least once. The first time I realized I was a
I have a frequently repeated conversation with moms in my circles. It starts on a neutral topic like the cost of soccer cleats, which
A reluctant reader growing up, I didn’t truly discover the pleasure of reading until my twenties. But soon my career and then the early
I’ve been in your shoes. You can hardly find time to take a shower and shave your legs. How are you supposed to fit
We all know the expression “hats off,” meaning to salute someone or something. I want to take my hat off to the fact that