• Friendship

    Mom Dating Can Be So Hard

    The most enjoyable part of being single used to be a Friday night out with friends, followed by a Saturday of shopping, lunching, and napping. (Side note: Do you ever wonder what we did with all that free time before kids? Hours of unplanned time that, over a decade later, is basically unaccounted for. I spend an unhealthy amount of time pondering this.) The worst part of being single? Dating. I loathed dating. The introductions, awkwardness, and small talk was so. much. work. With a Netflix DVD calling my name (yes, youngins, there was a time when Netflix was home-delivered DVDs) I would reluctantly put on my fake tanner and glitter eye…

  • Friendship

    When it Comes to Friends, it’s Better to Have Four Quarters Than a Hundred Pennies

    When it comes to friendship and acclimating to new environments, my daughter and I had very different childhood experiences. By her sophomore year, my daughter had lived in four states and attended two high schools. Just as she got comfortable in a town and solidified her friends, we would uproot her to start all over again. I, on the other hand, was raised in the same small town where I ultimately went to college (go Cougs!). The only friendship navigating I did was avoiding the incestuous relationships among the 170 people in my graduating class. There were rarely new kids. Friendship groups were well established by middle school. My social…

  • Friendship

    Check on the Mom Wearing Lipstick

    Last month the world lost another beautiful woman. She was a wife and mother. She was kind, upbeat, smiling, and generous. The preschool moms watched as she ran circles around the rest of us, volunteering, coordinating and simply “making things happen.” Even after my family moved on to a different community, we were able to stay connected through social media. I, like many, were surprised when her death announcement addressed her struggle with postpartum depression. Her social media posts portrayed happiness and perfection, never indicating that she was suffering.  I think of my own bout with postpartum depression. At the time I discounted it as the chaos of moving across…