Single Mom Life

Real talk for the real MVPs. This blog category is all about the beautiful, messy, and powerful journey of single motherhood. From navigating budgeting and travel to finding moments of peace (and maybe a hot cup of coffee), these posts are here to offer encouragement, laughter, and a reminder that you’re not alone—and you’re absolutely crushing it.

How are you?

It's time It’s time. The sounds of labored breathing. The beeps the heart monitor makes next to you. The loudspeakers going off, yelling the words “CODE” and various numbers. You don’t know what any of it means. The wheels squeaking slightly as they roll over the floors. Nurses yawning. Doctors whispering. The smell of burnt coffee in a Styrofoam cup. The ice cubes you’re allowed to chew on. The pain. The fear. The anticipation. The joy. It’s time. The baby’s coming. Every wo

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1 day ago5 min read

Look at all the happy families

Christmas Cards Growing up, I used to have a friend named Kelsey. Every December my family would go to her house for dinner. I always looked forward to this meal for a variety of reasons. One: Kelsey was a really good friend. Two: Kelsey’s older brothers were cute. Three: the Christmas cards. Kelsey’s family had a funny tradition of proudly displaying all the Christmas cards they received and then having guests vote on the most attractive family. The entire door leading to th

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Dec 10, 20255 min read

Thanksgiving

Ouch. My heart is being pulled in too many directions, none of them good. Thanksgiving 2021 Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. My husband and I are already dressed in our cozy sweaters, sinking into the sofa of my in-laws’ house. We are each holding giant mugs of coffee. The house smells like a lovely combination of vanilla Coffee-mate, stuffing, and pumpkin pie. If I could bottle any scent and turn it into a candle, it would be this one. PJ is two. We are trying to get him

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Nov 26, 20255 min read

Just the three of us?

See you tomorrow. Book Boyfriend and my son did not see each other the next day (much to PJ’s disappointment). But they did see each other again. And the next time, they were both slightly more comfortable. PJ showed him more of his toys. Book Boyfriend pretended to find them interesting, telling me later, in private, that some of them were "actually pretty cool." As time passed, they became comfortable with each other. PJ grew used to his shiny red car pulling into the drive

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Nov 22, 20252 min read

See you tomorrow

“Is that Daddy?” Those three words broke my heart. “No, baby. Daddy’s at his house. Mommy just has a friend over. I’m so sorry if we woke you up,” I whisper, rubbing his back. He’s lying in his race car bed wearing red and white striped pajamas, looking like a little candy cane. Book Boyfriend is downstairs on the couch. PJ must have heard a man’s voice and assumed. “Why don’t you try to go back to sleep, sweetie?” I say, kissing his temple. To my surprise, he shoots upright

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Nov 6, 20253 min read