It was 11 PM on a Tuesday, and I was sitting on my bathroom floor, crying into a towel while my kids slept. Not because anything catastrophic had happened. Not because of one big thing. But because of all the little things that had piled up that day: the broken washing machine, the school permission … know more
A gentle parenting–friendly guide for calmer days, happier bellies, and fewer snack-time battles If you’ve ever opened the pantry only to hear, “There’s nothing to eat!” five minutes after lunch… you’re not alone. As a parent with over 10 years of experience writing about child care, family rhythms, and gentle parenting, I’ve tested more snack … know more
I still remember the night our family dinner went completely off the rails. One child stormed off crying, the other slammed a door, and my partner and I just sat there staring at cold plates of food, wondering, How did we get here again? If you’ve ever felt that tight knot in your chest when … know more
I’m sitting here with a lukewarm cup of coffee—you know the kind, the one you’ve microwaved three times because life keeps happening—and I’ve been thinking a lot about the word “home.” For most people, home is a word that tastes like safety. It’s a soft landing. But for some of us, growing up was more … know more
My phone was buzzing on the kitchen counter, dinner was half-cooked, and my child was tugging at my sleeve saying, “Mom… watch this!” I said, “Just a second,” without looking up. That second turned into five minutes. By the time I looked over, the moment was gone. The excitement had faded, replaced with quiet disappointment. … know more
Let’s be honest for a second. There is a specific moment in every new parent’s life that feels like a tiny earthquake. It usually happens around 3:00 AM when you’re exhausted, or maybe it’s when you’re staring at a calendar realizing your parental leave is ending soon. It’s that moment when the realization hits you: … know more
It was a Tuesday afternoon, and my six-year-old son, let’s call him Evan, was having what I can only describe as a full-body meltdown over… a banana. Yes, you read that right. A banana that had dared to have a brown spot on it. He was screaming, crying, throwing himself on the kitchen floor like … know more
It’s 2 PM on a rainy Saturday, and I hear those dreaded words echo from the living room: “Mooooom, I’m bored!” You know the scene. The weather’s terrible, you’ve already cycled through screen time, and your kids are bouncing off the walls with pent-up energy. The house suddenly feels about three sizes too small, and … know more
I’ll never forget the day I realized I was that mom. It was a Tuesday afternoon at the playground, and my six-year-old son was attempting to climb the “big kid” structure—you know, the one that looks like it was designed by someone who clearly doesn’t understand the fragility of a mother’s heart. I was right … know more
Let me paint you a picture: It’s 7:43 AM on a Tuesday morning. The bus comes at 8:15. My daughter is sitting on the bathroom floor, tears streaming down her face because I accidentally pulled her hair while trying to create what I thought would be a simple ponytail. My son is yelling from his … know more