During a brief moment of procrastination earlier this evening, I came across a question one of my dear friends posted on Facebook. The gist? She wanted feedback from other mothers about how many Christmas gifts they give their children over the holidays. How many is...
Marlow and Bowen, Last night, I kissed your foreheads and tucked you into bed like I do every night. We read a story, said our prayers, and you fell asleep as I sang “Three Little Birds” in hushed refrains. I lingered longer than normal, watching you sleep...
Y’all. My son’s head is a hot mess. While I would love to say his shaggy mop has something to do with sentimentality, the truth of the matter is that I’m that mom who never seems to have time to take her kid to get his haircut. For shame, I know. But...
