Today Little Friend started wondering about future candy windfalls in her life. As in, “When will it be Easter again?” The Easter candy pile, carefully doled out a piece per…
Author: <span>Beth Hendrickson</span>
There are enough unsweet moments of motherhood. The goldfish crackers crumbled all over the backseat of the car moments. The potty dance that ends in soggy underwear tragedy just steps…
I’m now officially two days more pregnant than I’ve ever been before. Little Friend made an early entrance into the world at 34 weeks and 5 days. This time around,…
“What? Say it louder!” Her voice hurtles down from her upstairs bedroom door. It seeks me out on the couch where I’ve collapsed with the energy gas tank blinking empty.…
If a pharmaceutical company found a way to synthetically reproduce whatever cocktail of hormones sparks the pregnancy nesting urge, I’d be one year-round happy, productive woman. And I’d have one…
She woke up at midnight as soon as Big Friend’s hand touched her back. She sat up. Palmed her bangs out of her face. Said, “Oh hi. We need to…