I’ve learned three things about motherhood in the last seven years. Motherhood is hard. Motherhood is glorious. And motherhood is hard. Nothing. Nothing can properly capture a window into a mother’s world. So much magic, so much mundane, so much heartache. But this is my little attempt to keep track of the whirligig of wonder that makes up any mother’s days. And nights. And years. 100 Ways You Know You’re a Mom You are pretty much embarrassment-proof. A trip to keep reading…
A while back a production company contacted me to ask if they could turn a post I wrote into a short Mother’s Day video. I said yes. Because, of course. Awesomeness. And this month of remembering, recognizing, celebrating and thanking mothers, friends may you be reminded that there is nothing ordinary about what you do. You are mighty, because you mother. {If you’re reading via email, here’s the link to the video. I promise it’s worth clicking through.} And yes, keep reading…
This is for the hurt women. The wish-they-had-sisters women. The why-wasn’t-I-invited women. This is for the girlfriends and heart friends and long distance friends and miss-my-friends friends. This is for the women who love long afternoons catching up and slow Saturdays on the sofa splitting the last brownie, the first story, the hard memory. This is for the sisterhood, the motherhood, the neighborhood, the misunderstood. This is for the places that got broken by the friends who wouldn’t forgive, couldn’t keep reading…
Some days are so upside down it’s hard to breathe. Last week Wednesday I was doing laundry and digging down at the bottom of the basket for a nasty pair of little boy underoos and bent so hard and fast at the waist that I slammed my forehead into the edge of the metal utility sink. Pete had been out of town for two days and there was still one to go. On Friday in the span of two short keep reading…
We’re used to headlines. And headliners. And theme music. To rock stars and taglines and the spotlight to tell us what matters. To talent searches to tell us what’s beautiful and what should be applauded. To cameras that catch every nuance of the intimacy of music or art or emotion. It can leave the rest of us feeling like we’re standing in the dark. But what if we’ve got it backwards. What if the pool of quiet that laps at keep reading…
Mandy Scarr
“Don’t let your lack of words keep you from sitting beside her. Let her cry ugly tears, catching them as they fall. That’s all she really needs, that’s all she really wants. She wants you, comfort with clothes on”
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