I hate to say it, but if you are a reader of Arkansas Mama for its [undeniably] witty blog posts, you might want to skip this one. Because this one isn’t witty. Or fun. Or remotely happy. And it won’t have any hilarious and amazing pictures. No, this one sucks. I hate this one. I […]
From the Trenches: Being Special.
Dear darling angel bunnies, I know I said my first letter would be about feeding babies but I need to back up a bit. Because something underlies my parenting philosophy and sage advice. I think it might be helpful to you, too. You are not special. It pains me to write that because you are […]
The Epidemic of Rose-Colored Glasses
I’ve been gone for a minute. We had a death in the family and I wasn’t really in the mood to write. But now I’m back and I’ve decided to be proactive in preventing my children from falling victim to the epidemic of rose-colored glasses. Because something funny happens when children grow up: their parents […]
The annual birthday brawl.
I don’t know about you, but around here the planning and execution of kid birthday parties are most often vehicles for anger, panic, and resentment. Here’s why.
Changing the constructs.
I reject the notion that mothers should have no greater care in the world than that of their offspring. Here’s why.
My Newborn Three.
The newborn phase is a doozy. The way I deal with it? My Newborn Three. A predictable timetable where I lose and regain my sanity over the period of 12 weeks as follows: Absolute Mania (weeks 0-2), Depths of Despair (weeks 3-7), and Battered Hope (weeks 8-12).
Facebook Marketplace Finds of the Week
I have a couple of group texts going with different girlfriends. The other day my friend Britney texted us a screenshot of a particularly delightful Facebook Marketplace posting. Now before I go any further, I should say that I have shopped the Facebook Marketplace and other B/S/T (buy/sell/trade) Facebook groups on numerous occasions. There are […]
14 again: what swimsuit shopping does to my soul.
I am not a swimsuit person. Never have been. There is something about a skintight garment, which cuts off right at the thigh meat area, that just does not agree with me. I’m bottom heavy, meaning anything that draws the eye to my bright white hock of a leg is a mortal enemy. But I […]
The transition from one child to two: a lesson in humility and patience.
Last year we underwent a momentous change: we added a second baby to our family. Like most things that you think or say before having (or, as I learned, adding) a kid, I was throughly convinced that I had this whole “mom” thing down. My first was a breeze; she would go to anyone and […]
Beauty and the Beast- what a crock.
So it has been a minute since my last post. But something has been in my craw for awhile now. It’s time to let it out. The story of Beauty and the Beast is a crock. My oldest is in die-hard princess mode. I’m talking donning and doffing 2-3 different princess gowns during any one day, […]