Picture this: A mom is walking down the sidewalk pushing a newborn in a stroller with one hand, while simultaneously holding the bloodied hand of her 4-year-old as they walk home from the park. With minimal tears, he makes the trip with blood on both hands, as well as large smears on his nos…

I hear all the time from fellow moms who say none of their decisions feel exactly right. We are constantly filled with doubt and uncertainty and judgment. And that’s a tough identity to embrace.

The sticker charts, tracking of each bowel movement, rewards, constant praising, paying attention, discussing and cajoling and diapers (for a few more months anyway) might just be going away this weekend.

I have a lot of teacher friends and a lot of mommy friends. Many of those teacher friends are also moms. And a lot of my mommy friends used to be teachers, but are now staying at home with their young children. I even have friends that work part-time and stay at home part-time. And I have co…

When we first moved into our new house two years ago in August, beyond the newness of the physical house, I was excited to start over in a new neighborhood. I had fond memories of my childhood neighborhood with all the kids playing at each other’s houses, knowing all the adults by name and v…

This past weekend I had the pleasure of getting together with some of my closest friends who have moved away in the past few years. These are my fellow mom friends and inevitably we talked about our lives as moms: our loves, our laughs, our gripes and our worries.

As a teacher currently on summer break, I am going to let non-teachers in on a little secret. Summer break to us, among many other things, is like New Year’s. We fill it full of resolutions. Many of those resolutions are related to school. We will organize our files; make changes to that uni…

As Father’s Day approaches, I’ve been thinking about when I discovered the biases and beliefs I have about dads. Through conversations that have challenged my beliefs, I have discovered how my expectations have changed and how lucky I am to have the father of my son that I do.

As my husband Anthony’s 30th birthday approached, I decided to use the opportunity to execute an elaborate plan for a party that involved layers of planning and keeping said plans a secret. This is a particularly poor skill of mine

At the Razor household, we have officially, as one of Braxton’s favorite new books calls it, “climbed aboard the potty train.” It was something I honestly dreaded and avoided for a long time; a good six months after they started having him try at daycare.

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