My child is not a statistic. They are not a growth chart. They are not a series of boxes I check that guarantee a happy healthy adult.

Yet we live in a standardized world that attempts to eliminate the influence of a parent’s intuition—where anyone can look at a graph and believe they...

At first I was upset at her, but then I was upset at myself.

She assumed these things about my husband because I was silent.

No one sees. No one knows.

But I do.

So I’m saying it.

I stopped writing much about him because it felt unrelateable.

But if I don’t speak who will?

I’m...

Today love is two pull-ups and two diapers at bedtime. Love is late nights and early mornings. Love is taking it one day at a time. Love is crying for no reason and being held. Love is holding hands in the dark without words, just thoughts.

Some days love is a romantic dinner. Love is a weekend...

It is so subtle, I hardly notice I’m being led to believe mothers are inadequate to make decisions for our children’s lives.

We are taught a doctor is the authority on our child’s health. A teacher is the authority on our child’s education. A pastor is the authority on our...

My word for this year, is “miss out.”

Not, “no.” Not, “say yes to the best.” Because I’ve done those things.

Every week I say no to opportunities, obligations, events, requests.

But it’s not enough.

The last three months I have been living my dream...