October 3-9 is Mental Health Awareness Week, but I think at this point we’re all pretty aware that our mental health is, collectively, not great. 

“Wait a year AFTER the finalized divorce papers are in your hands before you start dating” was the most received advice I got when I made the decision to initiate the divorce process.  

I’m flying with a kid, and I’m kind of nervous about it. We are heading off to sunny California this fall to visit my in-laws, and I am freaking out. A little. Not a lot, but definitely a little. 

As my youngest was about to start kindergarten, I started getting the question: “What are you going to do with the house to yourself all day?” I would smile politely, joking that I’d just sit around eating bonbons and watching soap operas all day, because that’s what stay-at-home moms do, right?  

Our internal world shapes how we view the outer world. This is not a new concept and I’ve heard it in many variations through multiple sources. And I get it. The way I perceive the happenings around me has a direct correlation to how I’m feeling inside.  

I can’t be the only one who struggles to keep up with a clean home. With work, kids work/social schedule, and taking time for self, busy is an understatement. I don’t know about you, but cleaning after all the adulting responsibilities is the last thing I want to do.   The pandemic has kept us homebound most ...

I lucked out, scheduling-wise, as this Mommy Blog is due today and I have a ready-made topic. It’s the first day of school for my daughters – and that means it’s the first day of kindergarten for my younger daughter, Annabelle.  Full disclosure: I’m a sappy person who cries easily. Sad things, sentimental things, you name it, ...

I’m not a good friend anymore, and I don’t feel bad about it. Some back story, first. When Coraline came into my life (quite a shock, and you can read about that here) link to https://www.cpbj.com/bitsy-mccann-we-had-no-idea-what-we-were-missing/ , I thought I was going to be the parent that just continued to do whatever I wanted and that my kid ...

Being a single parent can be extremely difficult and the challenges change with the age of your child. When my son was younger, I struggled with finding quality childcare while I worked. As he has gotten older, I have struggled with getting him to his activities on time and keeping up with his social schedule. ...

Like every other mother out there, my kiddo amazes me constantly. It’s not even that she’s doing anything special (she’s just a toddler after all), but she looks at the world in this magical way with eyes that are new and fresh and inquisitive of everything around her.

I had always admired those women who have led the sober movement. As of today, I’ve officially surpassed a year sober. Yea, a FULL year. Wow. When I wrote that piece in August 2020, I have to be honest: I didn’t think I was going to make it. I had a lot of doubts and ...

We live in a “resort community.” Translation: we’re some of the … younger residents of the neighborhood. When we moved in, the girls were 1 and 4 years old. Since we live in a configuration of townhouses, most of our yards blur together in some form or fashion and there aren’t a lot of sound ...

Parenting with another person can be hard. If you’ve read my past articles, you know that I will sing my partner’s praises loudly and happily every single day of the week. Still, I find that raising a human with another human is absolutely frustrating from time-to-time.

There were some days over this past year and a half where the teens seemed scarier than this global pandemic. 

I used to consider myself a champion packer. I once took an overnight trip to New York City and didn’t even take a duffel bag – I carried a big purse with an inside pocket, into which I crammed a second shirt and change of underwear, and re-wore my jeans and shoes from the first day.