Momologues

7 yo: I need a bandaid. Me: For what? 7 yo: My knee. Me: What’s wrong with your knee? 7 yo: I’m afraid it’s going to faint. :: After...

It’s almost 1am here. I’m wide awake after cleaning up the vomit filled bed of my eight year old. I’m also pregnant with my third child,...

I knew I was pregnant. That’s not why I made an appointment at the family planning clinic. It wasn’t my first time in this situation,...

“And be REALLY CAREFUL, Mommie, it’s REALLY BREAKABLE!” Alden handed me the little package as if it contained a bubble still swirling...