We cling to our coffee with our phone in hand to relay our struggles, and we can miss the opportunities to gather around other women who understand the frustrations over that cup of coffee, in the same room, and leave our phones in the diaper bag.
Forgive me, but please know that I am trying my best. I'm finishing college and caring for my family and working to create a stable, happy life for them. With the support of a loving husband, I am finding more and more about me that I love. I am raising your grandsons to be thoughtful and caring and mindful young men. 
I see you. You who share your wounds publicly. I see your vulnerability whether it’s with the hashtag or sharing part of your story. The courage I see in you inspires me. I admire your bravery and strength and...
Ahh, October! This means fall colors, football, Halloween, and the feeling that everything has been coated with Pepto Bismol. That’s right, it’s breast cancer awareness month!  The month where pink is everywhere, from food packaging and signs to football players'...
I couldn't cook or clean. Just trying to keep my daughter and I both sane and alive became my primary job. I started thinking, "I have to get through this for my son's sake. I can't keep falling apart because my daughter and husband need me to be stay strong and healthy."
If you have had an emotional heart attack. If your life is a mess. Or if you are walking around broken wondering each day how you made it through, I am so, so sorry for your pain and your struggle. I send to you love, hugs and empathy.
I do my best to feed my children well-balanced, nutritious meals, while also catering to their selective tastes. This is basically a nice way of saying that I have picky eaters I have to appease. Shooting for Healthy While trying to find...
I am so grateful to the huge number of simple, quiet posts, "Me, too." The number is overwhelming. It should not be okay that the majority of women I know, of every age and background, have dealt with this. Whether they were raped, assaulted, degraded, belittled or made to feel uncomfortable, it does not matter. It is not okay.
My youngest daughter recently started kindergarten. She has been a rock star with the transition. I have a fourth grader who has been in charge of packing her own lunch for a few years now, so I was excited...
We all know that the last month of pregnancy lasts about 354 days. If you're nearing the last month of your first pregnancy, then you are quickly learning it will drag on forever. And despite researching all the pregnancy must haves,...

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