Ah, yes. June. I look forward to it every year, and I stand my ground on that thought. Summer in childhood is magical. I want to make it magical-er, but summer in parenthood is (choose an adjective, literally ANY adjective is applicable). There is this natural order of summer I never recognized until I was

The thing about grieving as a parent is that…can you? Grief is impossible to lasso, impossible-er to tame, and impossible-er-er to neatly pencil into your family calendar. There’s a disorienting fog after major turmoil that lingers on as a parent. Jet lag, almost. It sits in the in-between space of shock and processing, because processing

Recently, we had a very rare unicorn of a day with no. Plans. NO PLANS. Except for me. I had plans for a little napaccino. Maybe create a new and delightfully inappropriate gym playlist with all the Lils and Youngs, that I would inevitably enjoy interchangeably between both high adrenaline gym reps AND driving to

Happy New Year, Fluent in Blonde family. My star New Year’s resolution this year is to move to the South for a while; “a while” meaning however long it takes for my kids to develop a deep accent baptized in gravy. I’m positive that whatever shortcomings I have in raising my babies to be great

To the moms that refer to themselves as “just a mom:” You are everything that I hope to become. Let me back up before I continue. I was raised by a father who grew up farming. I legitimately don’t know if you’ve ever seen a man with bigger calves or more muscular hands. The ability

It’s no secret that my kids getting older absolutely skewers me. Particularly because my situation is not such to be having more babies, I cling to every last bit of sand sliding through the hourglass of early childhood. But, wait. Wait, wait, wait. There are a few things I don’t miss, actually. Like no sleep,