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Dear Daughter, As you prepare to become a teenager, here are a few things I wish for you: May you always find the beauty in nature: oceans, trees, mountains. May you always know your body...

Before our meeting begins, I want to share with you a few things about my kid. I know we are going to discuss things like preferential seating, FM systems, and surround-sound units. We will address...

He was named before he entered this world. It only took my husband seven-months to convince me that calling our baby boy, Battle, would be a good idea. Think about it. . . "Battle on...

When my baby was diagnosed with hearing loss, I did not want to hear the word FINE. Because, here’s the thing. In those early days—it was NOT fine. None of it. I was scared. I...

As the school year comes to an end, I’d like to give a big SHOUT OUT to all the kids who had an IEP and made it through the year! Here’s the thing. There probably...

I was a newlywed when I decided I wanted to run a marathon. Despite being an exercise instructor since the days of vinyl and leg warmers and an athlete, long distance running had never been...

The other day I read through some of my teen’s text messages. He has quite a collection of group chats going on...

My husband and I had a day date. Not the sexy kind of afternoon rendezvous where your order a glass of chardonnay and feel swanky and cool. This was the grown-up kind of date—involving words...

Truth talk. Despite all the amazing videos we see across social media and the news...

“Mom, tell me what it was like when I was born.” You were due on Thanksgiving day. Only, you made us wait till the following Monday before you decided to enter the world. At least...

Every morning we do this thing. My daughter plops down on my lap while I sip my morning coffee. Today, was no different. My daughter asked the rhetorical question asked every morning, “Mom, will you...