In a sea of parenting books, this is THE ONE for a new mom in the trenches with babies and toddlers who desperately needs a laugh and a lifeline.The market is saturated with parenting books—we all know that. So when a new book about the woes of motherhood debuts, you might wonder if it will offer a different perspective. We’ve all written about potty-training a million times. We talk about our wine glasses getting a little bit fuller all the time. I know, because I do it too.

I offered to read and review Melissa Mowry’s One Mother to Another: This is Just Between Us for a few reasons. I have been a fan and follower of Melissa’s blog One Mother to Another for a while, and I love her voice. So as a fellow writer (and mother) I wanted to support her. I also was genuinely interested in what angle she took—how she would differentiate her work from every other motherhood book on the shelf. And finally, I like when people give me free stuff. Especially stuff I really want. So I offered to review her book if she would send me a copy. Which she did. (There’s my disclaimer!)

So here’s the truth. This is why Melissa’s book is a success and how it is different from other books on the shelves in the Continue Reading

The day after Hillary Clinton became the first woman to receive the official presidential nomination from a major political party, the media showed a picture of her husband instead.Hillary Clinton is no wall-flower. Agree with her or not, she gets what she wants because she works tirelessly for it. She is truly relentless. And as of last night, she’s almost there.

In 2001, she became the first wife of a president to seek and win public office and the first woman to be elected to the U.S. Senate from New York. And last night, on July 26, 2016, Hillary Clinton became the first woman in the history of the United States to be nominated by a major political party for the presidency.

Ripples of pride were felt throughout our nation. “I’m with her” suddenly seems like a far bigger statement. “I’m with her” could soon mean “I’m with her, the first woman president.”

Before I went to bed last night, I checked on my little girl, sound asleep on her pink pillow, surrounded by stuffed puppies and turtles. In that moment, as I brushed the hair off of her face and pulled her blanket to her shoulders, I saw her future. I Continue Reading

3 kids in 5 years = 5 years of potty-training without a break. And I'm all out of patience. Or the will to go on.I wish I had more control over this. I wish I had more control over their bodily fluids. (Actually I wish they had more control of their bodily fluids.) I wish I had more control over my reactions to the news that said bodily fluids have exited their bodies, an event that necessitates my wiping them, cleaning them, and starting another load of laundry.

I wish I didn’t get angry. I wish I didn’t sigh in frustration. I wish my children felt comfortable telling Mommy the news. I wish they didn’t timidly approach me with an embarrassed whisper, knowing my reaction would be negative. I wish my automatic response was “Okay! No big deal! Let’s get you cleaned up!” with a chipper tone and an optimistic outlook that the day was not ruined. Because they are young children. And this is what young children do. Continue Reading