Between Coffee & Curfew

Whatever Happened to Thick Skin?

And when did compassion become conditional? I’m probably going to offend somebody with this post. But…
The Man Behind So Many of My Chapters

I’ve written about my children, my grandma, and some of the people who have shaped my…
Same Parents. Same House. Two Completely Different Kids.

There are a lot of things about motherhood that make absolutely no sense to me, but…
She Was My Person

There are people you love, and then there are people who somehow become part of the…
What I Want My Kids to Know About Me Besides “Mom”

To my kids, I have always just been Mom. I’m the person who knows the appointments,…
My First Baby Wasn’t Born to Me

When people ask how many children I have, there has never been a part of me…
I Live With People Who Can’t Find Anything

I would like to formally resign from my position as Finder of All Things. I’ve held…
The Mom I Hope My Kids Remember

Someday, my kids will remember me differently than I remember raising them. That thought has been…
Welcome to Between Coffee & Curfew: Motherhood, Ten Years Apart

There’s a strange thing about motherhood when your kids are ten years apart. You don’t really…