Non-fiction blog posts for New Orleans mom or other publications.

  • Motherhood is Changing, But I’m Still Tired

    Contributed to New Orleans Moms. These days I seldom fall asleep exhausted from a day of meeting basic needs. Instead, I fall into bed exhausted, but lie awake wondering if I properly managed that emotional outburst or over-explained the concept of cancer. Was I too angry at her innocent questions? Did he feel neglected because I kept looking at my phone? Am I doing any of this right or will they remember how I snapped at them for no reason when they are in therapy ten years from now? Click Here to Read More

  • A Unicorn Story

    Originally posted on Time Worn Tales Photography, we took a normal photo shoot and turned it into a magical adventure. As they arrived, Charley squealed at the sight of her old friend Flirty. The Winter Unicorn sat waiting amidst the trees. Forgetting she was a “proper” princess, Charley hopped out of the sled and rushed to greet her. The bowed to one another, then Charley hugged her and kissed her snout. Gabe stayed behind, unsure. Click Here to read the story.

  • Mom Guilt and a New Orleans Style Birthday Party

    Originally contributed to New Orleans Living Magazine Most importantly, my quiet little boy got a chance to cut loose and be the center of attention. He was happy. As for me, I was reminded that I can give my second child, the one who doesn’t ask for much, a great experience — no matter what. Click Here to read the story.

  • I’ve Been Measuring My Worth by My Weight

    Contributed to New Orleans Mom. Most of my day, even if I’m wearing a smile, I’m fighting an internal battle. Inside my mind, I am berating the clothes I’m wearing, wondering if my double chin is showing and thinking about my weight. I’m assessing if there are rolls underneath my shirt. I’m worried I have a boob bubble sticking out of my bra. I’m hoping no one but me hears my thighs rub. I’m terrified I’m jiggling … anywhere. Click Here to read the entire piece.

  • You Didn’t Have the Miscarriage, But You Suffered Too

    Contributed to New Orleans Mom Then I turned my head, just so I wouldn’t see the truth, and I saw Dave’s face. He, too, was watching the screen. He, too, was in pain. His hand was still in mine, so I squeezed it tightly to remind him I was there. Together we got through the day. Click here to read the entire piece.