Blogging about the daily joys and frustrations of modern motherhood.
I saw the dash cam footage from Sandra Bland's arrest yesterday, and it was the tipping point. I need to figure out a way to talk to my daughter about race relations in America. I can't believe it's 2015 and I still have to do this.
Read MoreDear Supermarket Cashier,
Believe it or not I don't go to the grocery store for you to judge my parenting skills or question my toddler's abilities. I go there to check one very important thing off my to-do list: purchase food to feed my family.
It's typical for my public conversations with strangers to revolve around my toddler, so I didn't think much of it when the first thing you said as we approached, was, "How old are you?"
However, the next thing you said, after I told you that my daughter is 21 months old was, "You shouldn't have that in your mouth!" And that was not okay.
Read MoreLately, I’ve been thinking a lot about how I have been unintentionally exclusive in some of my posts. I know it’s unreasonable to expect all moms (or even most moms) to identify with everything I write. But for some reason it has been bothering me that so many of my posts about motherhood involve some mention of carrying another human being inside me. While this might be how many of us became mothers, I know it is not a necessary part of motherhood.
Read MoreAn advertisement for Aerie lingerie showed up in my Facebook feed the other day, and I had such a strong reaction to it that it made me angry.
Read MoreToddlers have no idea that they are mortal. They don't understand that danger is lurking around every sharp corner. In fact, they seem to seek out danger. If my toddler had access to a handful of arsenic and a cupful of bleach, I'm sure she would ingest it all and then look for some butcher's knives to juggle.
Read MoreMy youngest child recently turned 18 months old. Meanwhile, I'm still carrying around about 10 extra pounds that I like to refer to as my "baby weight." At this point, I'm pretty sure it should more accurately be called "late-night-snacking weight." Or "I'm-almost-30-and-need-to-stop-eating-like-I'm-22 weight." But "baby weight" sounds a lot better. It sounds like it's not my fault.
Read MoreValerie Jackson is a basic mom, a tolerable wife, and a self-deprecating writer. She is attempting to raise two young monsters into nice young ladies in Michigan. She has a law degree that’s only current use is to win arguments with her husband.
