Love + Marriage

I almost let Facebook get between my husband and me. In fact, if I’m being completely honest, I did. I allowed a small but devastating wedge to form between the two of us, all thanks to this overwhelming, all-consuming, omnipresent...

No one says parenting is easy, but we make it harder on ourselves when we choose discipline that brings the whole family down. So… Next time you’re fuming, stop and think, “Will this punishment be a bigger headache for me than for my child?”

We are thankful to Painting With A Twist for providing this sponsored post. However, the thoughts and feelings are our own as we only share companies that we personally know and love! Having an evening out is way easier said than done, am...

If you want to continue to use your social media accounts to stand out as the "real" mom in the midst of the posed, filtered masses, by all means, you do you. But don't expect me to join in. Instead, you'll find me over here posting about how perfect my life is, because those are the moments that I want to remember. Those are the memories that I want my children to have.

To stay connected and to avoid this stand off, it's important to be open about our feelings and our needs. There is a better way to handle it than saying, "I have a headache" or "I'm just not in the mood" or thinking, "Let's get this over with." We need to be brave enough to tell our partners what we need.

As our youngest enters kindergarten, I've now entered a new chapter in my own life. So, what's next for this mom?  For most of my adulthood, I enjoyed a thriving career as a journalist. But, for the past eight years, my...

Date night is not my favorite term. In fact, it is a term that grates on my nerves a bit. Some people don’t like “moist” or “panties”. I will take either over “date night”. Nonetheless, my husband and I decided some form of “us time” was required so we could remember how to have a conversation without the 101 interruptions of our sweet but chatty 5 year old.

Tonight, after I put my kids to bed and finally had a moment to myself, I thought of the ways I inadvertently give people in my life my emotional and sometimes physical leftovers. No, I am not talking about food anymore. I am talking about giving those we love the most in our life, the cold and unappealing leftovers of our day. 

When you are four months comfortably pregnant, enjoying those gauzy fantasies about what life will be like when baby arrives, you dream up some magical scenarios; laughing with your family of four over a joyful family game night; snuggling...

My husband has three sisters, all of whom are younger than him. I was raised with one older brother, so the younger sister concept wasn't completely foreign to me, but I was exposed to the other side of it...