#HonorAllMoms

Mom. A word that evokes… So many labels: Biological. Adoptive. Foster. Expectant. Bereaved. “Real.” Birth. Legal. Spiritual. Single. Working. Stay-at-home. Soccer. Helicopter. Teen. Grand. Great-grand. God. In-law. In-love. So many descriptions: Sleep-deprived. Stressed. Worn out. Exasperated. Caring. Strong. Selfless. Gracious. So many emotions: Grief. Bitterness. Worry. Disappointment. Joy. Pride. Gratitude. Love. So many seasons: New.Continue reading “#HonorAllMoms”

Six ways to help a friend face the baby-making blues

Super Bowl 2014. The Seattle Seahawks destroyed Peyton Manning and the Denver Broncos in the franchise’s first-ever victory at the NFL’s pinnacle event. As QB Russell Wilson – aka my husband, Colin’s, man crush – raised the Vince Lombardi trophy in triumph, those few handful of Seahawks fans who had cheered for the team throughoutContinue reading “Six ways to help a friend face the baby-making blues”

A tribute to Tummy Mommy

  Due to the craziness of life I’ve been pretty terrible at keeping this blog updated. It isn’t for lack of timely topics about which I could wax eloquent: the Susan G. Komen/Planned Parenthood debacle, the Obamacare birth control mandate, and the reported demise of Khloe and Lamar’s marriage partly due to their struggles withContinue reading “A tribute to Tummy Mommy”