Being a mom is tough. Being a white mom who doesn’t want to raise blind, bigotted, unkind children is especially tough. I keep questioning how I can make them better people. I am honest when it comes to certain things and other things I tiptoe around. White privilege is one thing I am not willing ...

I’ve always been aware of how hard parenting is and can be. When my wife and I decided to become parents we had the same reservations as any new parents. We weren’t sure what it entailed. We were nervous, scared, excited and filled with dread of the unknown. What I didn’t realize was the mother-shaming ...

  My mom was a teen mom. In the early 80’s, it wasn’t as mainstream as it is today to have a baby at 16 years old. Nonetheless, it happened and she prospered with a little infant to boot. I digress because as I get older, I realize how easy it is to get lost in ...

Dear Mom Who Has It All Together, I see you. I see your well-behaved children. I envy  you. Or at least your trips to the grocery store. You haven’t even broke a sweat immediately upon entering the grocery store. Your kids are sitting still, patiently and lovingly waiting for the grocery trip to be over. ...

Being a working parent is hard work. The work-life balance does not exist. I find myself battling with constant guilt for wanting to pursue a career or wanting to reach the many goals I set for myself. In the mix of reaching goals, someone has to suffer. Whether that be the kids, my wife, or ...