Category Archives: Identity
Four years ago, on this day, at 3:04pm, Lily burst into this world, wide-eyed and full of life. On this day, at that exact moment, someone else was also born. I realize that the physical act of giving birth does … Continue reading
Nothing tests a person’s patience like their own children. Being a mom has made me face the sometimes ugly realities of how I deal with my own emotions. For the most part, I consider myself to be a very patient … Continue reading
Motherhood has reformed me. I used to be your typical Type A, controlling, neurotic nightmare. I’ve never actually said “my way or the highway” to anyone, but that phrase pretty much sums it up. What makes matters worse, of course, … Continue reading
Roses are red Violets are blue You don’t have kids So f*** you.