"I thought I was worn out before I had children. Then I had children."
I should start by saying that I haven't actually been banned from Chick-fil-A. Yet. I do predict, however, that it is only
I read hundred of blog posts each week. In fact, if I added up the number of posts I read each week and converted the number of words into books, it would probably be enough to fill a small library at least! Maybe one of those mobile ones that visit schools.
There are 4 million mom bloggers in North America alone, but you know what? Most of them are failing. And you're probably one of them. Not because I'm picking on you, but because statistically, the majority of moms who blog make little to no income from their blogs month after month.
Bloggers be like mason jars, cheese boards, standing mirror selfies, latte art, pumpkin patches, striped straws, sun-streaked shots, party props. I present a Valentine to my fellow bloggers.
When we hold ourselves to a commitment of mutual respect and a heartfelt obligation to pull each other up out of the trenches, the conversation gets richer and more full of promise for both us and our daughters. So let's talk.
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To entrepreneurs, spaghetti throwing is a way of life. As women-owned businesses are currently thriving, we women seem to be grabbing a few handfuls of that starchy delicacy more readily than ever before.
The more entrenched I became in the blogging community, the more I "saw"; there is a side of mommy blogging that isn't positive, and that makes me cringe each time I witness a negative interaction.
Trying to make friends in kindergarten was easy. Meeting a significant other in a sea of singles? In retrospect, also a piece