Being a Mom

My youngest and her friend spent a day broiling in the sun selling pictures for Kent one Saturday. He takes great pictures of youth sports and has turned his love of photography into a small business. Needing helpers, he...

I’ve fallen victim to the Beige Mom aesthetic… the picture-perfect living rooms with perfectly placed aesthetically pleasing toys. The perfect color-coordinated bookshelves and the minimalistic color palettes have all but grabbed me and held me captive. I’ve seen mothers...

Deck the halls with boughs of holly, 'tis the season to be jolly! We’ve gathered a list of events happening in the Auburn/Opelika area starting around Thanksgiving through the end of the year. From parades, Christmas markets, outdoor activities,...

Fun fact from the National Park Service social media page: What do you call a baby porcupine? A porcupette of course and they are born with their quills. It takes a few hours for the quills to harden enough...

“Hello? Did you even hear what I said? Hey! Hello? That’s it, drop your phone and put your hands in the air!” “Huh?” Have you ever gotten the blank stare? Have you ever given it? You know the look, eyes slightly...

Can I let you in on a secret? Your little kids don’t have to do activities. They will be perfectly fine if they aren’t signed up for a sport or class or lesson every semester. You don’t have to...

There’s a scary part to potty training, you say? Yes, yes there is. At least that’s the way it is for a lot of moms.  I could give you a whole list of things about potty training that a lot of...

Miscarriage. Stillbirth. Infant loss. 1 in 4 pregnancies end in loss. By loss I mean death, grief, heartbreak, tears. Can you relate? It’s not what we had in mind when we imagined our motherhood. We never had it in...

My high school class is gathering for a reunion this fall. A friend has been posting pictures from our yearbook in the Facebook group. Oh my, I look at my seventeen-year-old self from the perspective of all those years...

“I’m here, you’re safe, I love you.” I patted her on the back and went out into the hall, hoping she would fall back asleep. The cries began even before I got out the door. Youngest, like her siblings, had...