Category Hard Stuff

Absences, Missing Earrings, and Coming Out Alive

Well. It’s been a hot minute. But here we are. When I first started blogging, I remember reading posts that folks had written after writing absences. These posts usually began with the blogger declaring that they were, indeed, alive. When I read these caveats I would feel a pang of guilt because in all honesty, I […]

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An Open Letter To My Almost-Four-Year-Old on the Day She Almost Made Me Lose It 

Dear C,  I won’t mince words. You made me angry today.  I hadn’t been home for five minutes after a frustrating day at work when you started whining. You wanted candy and Daddy had already told you repeatedly that you couldn’t have it because you had already had an overly-sweetened weekend. The instant I walked […]

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The Aftermath

Tantrums are not forever. Tantrums are not forever. Tantrums are not forever. This is what I repeat to myself when I’m smack dab in the eye of the storm. I’ve gotten better at resorting to this mantra over the past year, which may or may not have anything to do with the fact that she […]

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We Really Should Do This More Often

I went to a lot of funerals when I was young. When I was 14, Mimi died. She had been sick and we knew that her death was inevitable, but it’s hard at any age to bury a grandparent. Then, my senior year of high school, my cousin T passed away. She was only a few […]

I do a better job of caring for my actual child than the preschool craft version of her.

Who I Was Today

I want to remember who we were today. Today was a Wednesday at the beginning of June, 2015. C had a week off from PDO last week, and today she returned to school. It was her first day of the summer session and she transitioned from the two-year-old classroom to the three-year-old preschool classroom, aptly titled “Monkey […]

Eating the Elephant

Eating the Elephant

For a long time now, I’ve likened writing to therapy. It’s a cheap way to get my thoughts in a row, to temper the negativity of my life with the positivity. Through writing, I’ve learned new things about myself that I otherwise might not have ever uncovered. I’ve analyzed problems and worked through complicated, conflicted emotions. Writing […]

No matter how you look at it, it's still just a dress.

It’s Not About the Dress

My office is like your office. We were talking about The Dress on Friday. It’s white and gold!, proclaimed one camp. No, it’s black and blue!, said another. I shall live tweet this debate!, I declared as the resident social media manager. Don’t go looking for those tweets, though, because I quickly remembered that I had an […]

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Parenthood: It Doesn’t Get Easier

There is this interesting phenomena that occurs about six months into your stint as a parent. You’ll be sitting there, covered in spittup and running on the fumes of a microwaved cup of coffee that you made last Tuesday. You’ll reflect on the fact that you no longer bat an eye at the idea of […]

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Strap In

Tonight I sat in the bathroom with Cee as she sat on her potty. We do this pretty much every day, although I’ll admit that my potty-training skills leave much to be desired over the weekends. We sat and we waited. And waited. And waited. After 25 minutes, we packed it in. The last time […]

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Good New Home

As with most things parenting, B and I were flying by the seat of our pants when it came to prepping C for the move we made last week to Memphis. She’s at an age now where she understands so much more of what is going on than we give her credit for, and it’s […]