Motherless Mom

  The time is 11:00am. The sound of a piano playing the opening theme to The Young and Restless fills my living room. I feel like I am being treated like an adult. My mom motions for me to join her in her black recliner. My younger sister is having a nap. It is just…

I am walking through the mall with my daughters and see Mother’s Day signage. What should be a happy sight, I feel mixed emotions. Ever since my mom died I have hated Mother’s Day. I’ve tried to make it passable by honoring my grandmothers,  but it wasn’t the same. Now as a mom, I feel…

  Before I started this blog I wrote two books for my kids on our cat Harley who died while I was pregnant with our second daughter. When my newest baby was mere months old I began to write about being a mom while missing mine. Off-topics like book reviews and moments with my marriage…

  When I mention to an acquaintance that my mom died a long time ago, I am met with the pity look. The label gets stamped on my forehead like a marquee. Sometimes the other person asks how I take breaks or go to appointments. I answer, I don’t get breaks and my kids come…

    I throw down my cell phone and scream, “No!” I am changing my baby’s diaper and she is looking confused. My husband comes into the kids’ bedroom to ask what is wrong. I shake my head and he knows. He helps to dress our girl as I stare at the floor. I call…

previously posted on amotherworld.com I spy my husband’s truck pulling around to our home. I see the red balloons bopping up in the passenger’s seat. I do not tell our daughters that daddy will be home any minute. A smile reaches my lips when I recall the Valentine’s Days of our past, or rather before…

Just wanted to say Happy New Year. This has been a challenging year. I wish love and light to you all for 2012. Xo

  Hearing my tenacious five-year-old ramble off her list to Santa makes my nostalgic heart glow. I remember the anticipation in the days leading up to Christmas wondering what is going to be under the tree. My sister and I would be sent to bed early so we didn’t see Santa. All the magic and…

Tips to thrive during the holidays and in-laws Sitting at our local coffee shop, I overhear my friend on the phone with her husband trying to map out their travel for Christmas Day. It reminds me of when I had similar talks with my husband. For years we ran back and forth on the holiday…

  Standing under the pale blue neon light of the toy store with my three-year-old’s hand wrapped in mine, and my 5 yo in tow, I breathe in the chaos flamed scent of it all. Around us are kids begging their parents to get the particular toy and no other. We are following my five-year-old…