Bereavement, motherhood, Parenthood

If Mothers Day Is Hard

If Mothers Day is hard, I understand this too well. There were many Mothers Days when I couldn't call my mom. There were years of frustration, pain, and anger. Even after her death I'm still coming to terms with how our relationship did and didn't work and so for me, Mothers Day is hard. My… Continue reading If Mothers Day Is Hard

Makeup, motherhood, Parenthood, Reviews

10 SAFE Makeup Products Your Kids Can Play With

In the news recently there's been considerable coverage of problems with play makeup sets sold in tween stores like Justice and Claire's. While professional makeup products are highly regulated, play makeup sets don't endure the same scrutiny and testing as the real deal, and yet stores aimed toward younger children continue to market these play… Continue reading 10 SAFE Makeup Products Your Kids Can Play With

body positivity, Feminism, Makeup, motherhood, Parenthood

I Let My 9 Year Old Wear Makeup

When I was 11 my best friend wore a pair of white tights to church. She had dark brown hair and Italian heritage. Thick leg hair stuck out through the tights and could be seen under them. She was so embarrassed. Everyone pointed and laughed and asked why her hairs were so long. She tearfully… Continue reading I Let My 9 Year Old Wear Makeup

Bereavement, cancer, motherhood, Thirties, writing

Memory Lane: My Faucet Is Leaking

I'm starting a new series here where I'm sharing old posts from past blogs and giving them new life. I published this in July 2015, just a few months after my mother's cancer diagnosis. Rereading these words, almost three years later, is a surreal experience. And I wanted to share them. "The Faucet Is Leaking"… Continue reading Memory Lane: My Faucet Is Leaking

Bereavement, Mental Health, motherhood, Opinion, Thirties

You Will Not Use Me – Being The Child Of A Social Climber

I grew up knowing with absolute certainty one thing about my mother: she knew how to recognize useful people. For better or worse, she had a keen sense of who she could charm and how to charm them in order to get the most out of that relationship. My mother had a knack for befriending… Continue reading You Will Not Use Me – Being The Child Of A Social Climber

Marriage, Mental Health, motherhood, Opinion, Parenthood, Thirties

When Someone You Love Loves Someone With A Mental Illness

Navigating the difficult journey of loving someone with a mental illness is a daunting task, requiring more grace and resolve than most people think they're capable of. When we look at someone who has a physical illness or disability, we can see how cruel it would be to leave a person in the midst of… Continue reading When Someone You Love Loves Someone With A Mental Illness

Feminism, Mental Health, motherhood, Opinion, Parenthood, Southern, Thirties

To The Women Who Have Hurt Me: I Forgive You

This has been a long time coming. I didn't intend to get to this point. As a matter of fact, I thought myself brave for not even considering forgiveness. It took me years to work up the courage to get justifiably angry and once I got there, it never occurred to me that there'd come… Continue reading To The Women Who Have Hurt Me: I Forgive You

Bereavement, Feminism, Mental Health, motherhood, Opinion, Southern

Alabama Would Make Mama Proud

In Alabama this week something unexpected happened. For the first time in 25 years a Democrat won a Senate seat. The odds were stacked against Senator Jones, but despite this, he won with a 1.5% lead over his opponent, accused sexual predator, Christian extremist, and twice removed from office, Judge Roy Moore. If you've read… Continue reading Alabama Would Make Mama Proud

Bereavement, motherhood, Parenthood

The Space She Held

I never speed. I'm religiously faithful to speeding limits. I keep my hands at ten and two and scan the horizon for traffic signs and police. I'm cautious. When I test drove a sports car the salesman told me to open her up and see what she could do. I opted not to and instead… Continue reading The Space She Held

motherhood, Parenthood, Thirties, weight loss

Starving For Love

​I struggle with breakfast. I have for years. I've tried to pinpoint when it all started to go wrong and at which point I just stopped eating in the mornings. Looking back I distinctly remember high school and the hell that was waking up every morning. At that time my home was an abuse and… Continue reading Starving For Love