Together we rocked, the sky changing from day to night. He snuggled harder against the crook of my elbow, sighing softly as he sucked. Skin like fine velvet, his cheek rested against my bare arm.
I felt it.
A wave of love washed over me, soft and cool and cerulean blue. At last. At last, my heart [...]

I loved my father with all my heart.
I was a daddy’s girl, living for his compliments, doled out so judiciously that when he bestowed them, it overwhelmed me with pride.
Once, while I acted the fool at the dinner table, telling jokes and goofing off, he gave me a very high accolade, indeed.
“You,” he said, “have [...]

Yesterday was awful.
Even with the perspective that some rest and a new morning bring, yesterday will go down in the annals as perhaps one of my worst mothering days.
This whole week, in fact, can suck it. I lost my temper more times than I care to admit, culminating with a terrible performance where I screamed [...]

Please welcome the wonderful Mayberry Mom, with whom I have small-town life in common. I’m thrilled to have her here. If you haven’t been to her place, I recommend you take some time to sight-see there.
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Dear Shaggy and The Poo,
I know being the wife of an academic has been rough for your mom, but there [...]

You know what is a really bad idea?
Watching maudlin movies in the wee hours of the morning.
I’m up these days between 2 and 4 a.m., and it seems to me that cable television conspires to torture the mothers of very small babies during these early hours.
Saturday I was sucked into a viewing of “Steel Magnolias,” [...]

Please welcome Erin from Mama Said No, a blog I am just getting to know. I’m thrilled to have her here today, waxing poetic on the joys of boys.
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When I was pregnant, I knew I was having a girl. I just knew it. You could have never in a million years convinced me [...]

Hi! I’m Clink! I have a little blog at Tabula Rasa. I have Spouse and my baby girl and I pretty much just write whatever strikes me at the time.
I’m not sure if I can express how honored I am to be posting for Mrs. Chicken while she is off having her Shaggy boy. [...]

I’m supposed to be napping but I can’t turn off my brain.
The Poo, Shaggy and I were hanging in the family room watching Yellow Submarine when The Poo all of a sudden yelled out:
“Mommy, I waited too long!”
She was peeing on the carpet.
I, of course, being such a cool-headed mama, freaked out and yelled at [...]

A survivor, a writer, a knitter a cook. Sometimes someone who kind of sews, a beginning painter, a diabetic. A singer. An amazon with a predilection for high heels and vamp nail polish. A wearer of red lipstick. A friend, a fiancee, a sister, a daughter, a soft place to land. Able to belch like [...]