Dear mama at her wit’s end, I’ve been where you are. I’ve pressed my hands over my ears to drown out the noise. I’ve hidden in the bathroom. I’ve counted the minutes to bedtime only to find bedtime derailed and an already bad day lengthened into eternity. Let me share…
Reframing Mom Guilt | It’s Okay to “Fail”
I think I should hate this photo, but I actually love it. My mom took it. She had a photography career before she switched to medicine when I was little, and she still loves to lug around a big DSLR and snap photos of her family. This particular day, we…