Motherhood is harder than it has to be.
Motherhood is more painful than it has to be.
Motherhood is lonelier than it has to be.
Motherhood is more complicated than it has to be.
It's Called Regression (Or Why Your Kid Is Acting Like THAT)
I was nine when Hurricane Hugo hit Charleston. We had just moved to James Island, a tiny island suburb of the city, the summer before from The Bronx so I had no reference point for a hurricane.
Back To School(???)2020: Moms Speak Out
It didn’t have to be this way.
Anger is like air now. I don’t smell it, I don’t feel it, I don’t even realize that I’m breathing it in. It’s simply a part of me - like oxygen. At first, it motivated me. I created and supported and wrote and cooked and loved so fiercely.
Pandemic Schooling Is Not Homeschooling
Everyone’s right.
Everyone’s wrong.
And none of us, not a single one of us are handling this well. We’re definitely not handling it well all the time.
Before this latest global pandemic, it already felt like the world was coming apart at the seams. Most moms were already overwhelmed…
Motherhood, Privilege, & Sacrifice
Assuming that one does, indeed, get to choose to be a mother. And further assuming that one is physically able to have a child and or otherwise able to bring a child into your family. Assuming that this child is wanted and celebrated and the family is overjoyed.
My Children Are Not My Life
The experience of mothering has taught me that I cannot give my all to someone else, to anyone else, not even the small humans I created from my own flesh and blood. They cannot be my world, they have to be their own worlds. They cannot be my reason for living, that is too much for those tiny shoulders to bear.
I have to live for me.