Need a good cry?
These 6 tearjerker songs about parenthood will have you blubbering like a newborn, then gazing at your “baby” — no matter how big or small.
For an extra tear-jerking spin, watch the videos, too.
Because all parents could use a good, healthy cry.
Seriously, The journal…
“Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.” Robert Brault
I have always prided myself on my ability to practice gratitude.
Ever since I was a child, I’ve thanked the Lord for my blessings on the majority of my days.
Mom of two, freelance writer, peanut butter lover.
“Accept what people offer. Drink their milkshakes. Take their love.”
Hey there! I’m Amanda — mom of two, freelance writer, and peanut butter lover, but let’s start from the VERY beginning.
I was born (and raised) in a teeny Southern…
“If the wind brushes against you, do not complain; it brushes against everyone.”
― Matshona Dhliwayo
“Can I feel the wind on my face for a minute, mommy?” My sweet, 5-year old asks every morning — on our half-hour commute.
“Yes, honey, of course, you can,” I always say as…
I’ve been a people pleaser since I can remember, and for most of my life when it came to controversial conversations, I’d shy away or stay silent. Some close friends never even knew my political affiliation.
Then I became an official writer, and life spilled on the page.
I recently read a statistic that stuck: Working mothers are 28 percent more likely to experience burnout than fathers.
Twenty-eight percent is quite a number, and I get it.
As a freelance writer with two young sons, I feel as if I’m juggling plates.
Like any modern parent, my to-do…
Every September, I like to write about my birthday. Why? Well, the birthday topic never gets old . . . pun intended, LOL.
The truth is, whether we love ’em or hate ’em, we ALL have a birthday. Yes, birthdays are something, regardless of our backgrounds, opinions, age, etc., …
When I was younger,
my mother once asked me
if I wanted to live during any time period,
which one would I choose?
At the time, I was 12 and picked the 1950s without hesitation.
In my prepubescent mind — the 50s were perfect.
I had seen photographs and movies