the grilled cheese sandwich that broke me
Throwing food is therapeutic. Cleaning up the melty cheese is not.
Throwing food is therapeutic. Cleaning up the melty cheese is not.
Most mothers I know spend an outrageous amount of time questioning their parenting skills. I do it. I lie awake at night wondering how badly I’m screwing my kid up. I worry about the decisions I made yesterday and the ways they’ll affect him tomorrow. I’ve forgotten to register him for school, thrown out the… Continue reading i’m the best mom ever (and you are, too)
The best things in life really are the little things.
Like that extra loop around the pond, just for me.
On a miserable, snow-y evening back in early January, I registered for the Sole Sisters Women’s Race. I’d wanted to participate the year before, and couldn’t, but I was going to do it. I couldn’t wait. It was only a 5km, and I knew I probably wouldn’t end up running it because the course would… Continue reading That time I didn’t get to be a SoleSister
Anyone who knows me knows that I sometimes (read: regularly) neglect to take time for me. Ask my mother and she’ll tell you that I burn myself, wear myself too thin, and bite off more than I can chew. Most mornings, I’m up before 5 am. Many nights, I don’t get to sleep until well… Continue reading I can’t outrun everything