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My Son Dresses Like My Ex.
The date is February 28, 2010. My friends are at the bar day drinking, while I’m…
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I Don’t Like the Way You Smell.
Nothing humbles you quite like being a parent. As a neurodivergent woman, I’ve always experienced heightened…
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The Weight of Being Needed.
For the last four years, I’ve been the primary parent in our son’s two-parent household. From…
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Neurodivergence and Sports
I always wondered why my 4-year-old was naturally good at sports. If there was a ball…
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YouTube vs Reality: Raising Kids in 2026.
YouTube gives my child unrealistic expectations, just like Disney Princesses gave me unrealistic expectations about hair.…
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“I’m in a bad mood. I’m tired.”
My son said this at 6:45 a.m. after we woke him up for school. Our son…
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22 Hours of Laundry and One Traumatized Spider-Man Bucket.
I’ve been MIA lately because I just survived 22 hours of laundry… and one very traumatized…
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I am a boy mom.
Not in my “boy mom era”… but a boy mom, through and through. This past weekend,…
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March (Break) Madness.
Last week in Ontario, primary schools were off for March Break. Something about March Break makes…
