The challenges of life at home seem exacerbated by the new responsibilities and the total togetherness. We teetered onto the ice and clung to the wall during a visit to the ice rink at the Houston Galleria back in 2019. My then 3-year-old daughter lived out her Frozen fantasy, my five-year-old son zoomed as if…

I scribbled in journals as a kid. As an adult, I started novels in my off-time as a TV reporter. The birth of my first son propelled my writing forward. I actually finished a book. A little book with a long title about motherhood and life before baby. I decided to share my words with…

Fake butterflies and dragonflies dangled from the plain office ceiling. My nerves fluttered as my husband sat in an office chair just beyond a portable ultrasound machine. Our eyes fixated. The image confirmed what we already knew—we’re having our third baby. The doctor pointed to the baby’s tiny beating heart and I felt mine. “It’s…

  My treasure trove of cards. I absolutely LOVE birthday cards. It’s such a sweet treat to open a card and read the loving words inside. My love language is clearly words of affirmation. Over the years, I’ve moved more than a dozen times (sometimes packing everything I owned into my car.) Yet, I’ve always…

Friends, have you ever met someone who just oozes presence? Bona fide Grace? That’s what I feel when I chat with my friend Catia Holm. She’s a mom, wife and fellow writer. Her first book The Courage to Become: Stories of Hope for Navigating Love, Marriage and Motherhood out NOW. She’s funny, insightful and encourages…

  I strutted around the house with a little-girl-grin, oranges stuffed in my shirt and teetering on my mother’s high heels. Even at four years old, I wanted breasts of my own. I’m not going to lie and say life didn’t bust open the moment mine appeared junior year of high school. It most definitely…

I swiveled around in my chair to the sound of someone yelling “Get them out of there!” I darted straight toward a partially collapsed bounce house at a friend’s backyard birthday party. I recognized the shrill screams coming from inside. “Mommy!” I dove toward the sound through a small entrance and lifted a heavy flap…

I’ve been thinking a lot about addiction. Chiefly my addiction to the android I’m using to write this blog post. If you ask me? It’s a fairly mild case. I leave my phone in my purse when I’m around friends. I don’t use it at the dinner table. I try not to check it first…

“That’s it. I’m buying pillows,” I told my husband as I clutched a wad of fabric. My disappointment as visible as the botched seems. It looked so easy. My sister-in-law helped make a curtain for my kitchen window. I thought “I’ll save money and make matching pillows too. Maybe, I’ll even sell them on Etsy!”…