Tag Archives: Mom

To the Passenger who Called Me A Slut

I don’t even know what you said in full, the wind disrupted the sound waves as your words were on their way from your mouth to my ears.

“Slut village?” “This isn’t Slut Village?”

Whatever you said, it initially made me chuckle. Receiving catcalls and obscenities is something I’d expect in my college town. And something that did happen often while I was in college, not because of how I acted, or how I dressed, but because men are men and that’s all. Continue reading

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Forgotten Realities

This morning, I had the great privilege of partaking in one of my favorite things on earth. A little luxury, a little therapy time. I showered.

*gasp*

Any mom reading this knows what I’m talking about. Showering with little ones takes clever strategy. Continue reading

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On Being Sick and Parenting

It’s Friday.

I’m at home, sitting on a couch that is half full of clean laundry. Diaper laundry to be specific, with the occasional pair of pants and sock thrown in the mix. Instead of folding it, I kick my feet up on the pile of diapers, as if they are one with the couch cushion. My baby is napping in the other room and I could think of a million things to do with my time other than folding laundry. Continue reading

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A Letter to My Little One

My Dear Little Star,

This is your 24th week in my belly! You are holding on to your young life with strength and perseverance. At least I imagine you are. You’ve made it this far, despite the war zone of the Lyme bacteria from my illness. I hope with all my heart that you cannot feel its effects in the womb, and that you will never have to go through the horrors of this illness firsthand. Continue reading

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