Mom Life

Thanksgiving will be here before we know it. And traditionally, Thanksgiving involves family, amazing food, and good conversations. But have you ever thought of celebrating the season with the friends in your life? I'm talking about the close friends, the...

On and off for the last 11 years I was largely a stay-at-home mom. I did work a few different jobs after college graduation but found it utterly painful to think about how to balance a career and my...

Allow me to introduce you to two women, Marcia and Phyllis. Marcia has a 4-year-old daughter and 3-month-old son. Phyllis is a proud first-time mom to a 6-month-old boy. Both Marcia and Phyllis are, by today’s standards, “lucky.” Because they...

Learning how to fail was the most valuable lesson I learned from a high school coach/mentor/teacher. He let me and my classmates fail, and fail miserably, while letting us see that it wasn't the end of the world. In...

As I write this, my baby will only be a baby for six more days. I've simultaneously dreamed of this transition and dreaded it. I've dreamed about this one year milestone because I have learned I'm not good at the baby...

When I explain that I've moved from Denver, to Fort Lauderdale, to Fargo, people look at me funny. And I even sometimes look at myself in the mirror and question, “Why did I move to Fargo, ND of all...

The other day on Facebook, I saw a post relating to the sacrifices that come with motherhood. It detailed various things moms no longer have time for.  Some examples included:  "It’s not my time to travel." "It’s not my time to go...

Every birth experience is unique for mother and baby. Some births are vaginal, either unmedicated or medicated. Other births are planned caesarean, or even emergent cesarean. While cesarean section (C-sections) started out being used only in emergent situations, now over 32%...

Get your shoes on. Get your shoes on!! GET!!!  YOUR!!!  SHOES!!!  ON!!!! Our mornings nearly always went something like that. The kids being poky. Not listening. Me repeating myself. Me eventually yelling. Every. Single. Morning. And the most shameful part? I realized it wasn't...

My good ol' Mr. Coffee pot gets me through the day, but sometimes I am craving something a little more unique than my typical "reheated in the microwave at least three times before I ever get to the bottom"...