Dear Charlotte

Dear Charlotte, It’s your birthday. At this exact time last year I was nearing my 30th hour of hard labor anxiously hoping you and I both would make it through alive. (Spoiler alert: we do) Frankly, I know you couldn’t care less. Your first birthday is a big deal, not just because you are one…

Minimum skills.

Minimum skills. Man do I have a lot of feelings about minimum skills. When I first started skating my now oldest child was six weeks old. I was overweight and out of shape but desperate to do anything to fill the void my daughter had left empty as she exited my uterus. Minimum skills became…

Today is payday

Today is payday. Today is payday. This is what I kept saying to myself as my card was declined for the second time at the register. My $200 worth of groceries had already been bagged in my reusable shopping bags. So it wasn’t just a matter of making a run for the car with an…

Am I a working mom?

All of the sudden I find my stay at home mom plans interrupted by a work from home opportunity. The job is 30 hours a week 15 at home and 15 at the office. My husband and I had just decided to homeschool our five year old for kindergarten when the most amazing opportunity fell…