If your 20s are for making mistakes, your 30s are apparently for paying for them. At least that is what I learned the day I turned 30 and found myself a freshly minted solo mother of five small humans. Jai was 6, Kristian was 4, G was 3, and the twins were approximately four months…
Once upon a time, I had a little boy who loved trains and cars. We’d sit for hours watching Thomas the Tank Engine or Lightning McQueen, and life was simple. Then, seemingly overnight, he traded train tracks and race tracks for trap beats and declared Kanye a “creative genius.” < insert creative *sigh* here. Now,…
There’s a reason why a song, a smell, or even a sesame seed bagel can take you straight back in time. Not just in memory, but in emotion. Nostalgia isn’t just daydreaming about the past; it’s a scientifically proven psychological comfort blanket that our brains pull over us when adulthood starts feeling like too much….
Last season, two of my boys went undefeated (like, didn’t lose a single game) and ended up winning the Tri-County Championship. Cue the victory laps, proud mum tears, and the delusional belief that I might be raising the next Connor McDavid. Fast forward to this season, and let’s just say… the script has flipped. We’re learning the valuable…
After my separation (which, spoiler alert, turned into a full-blown divorce), I found myself smack in the middle of a life I hadn’t exactly ordered off the menu. There I was: a solo mum, five kids, one broken heart, and zero clue what came next. Cue the survival era. Suddenly I was responsible for everything….
If you’re wondering why I haven’t posted from a beach lately, it’s because my kids’ sports fees ate my vacation fund alive. That’s right. While other families are packing suitcases for tropical getaways, we’re packing hockey bags, tap shoes, tumbling gear, and six different water bottles that will all mysteriously go missing within 48 hours….
Let’s be real: kids today are drowning in screen time. If you gave them the choice between Fortnite and fresh air, nine times out of ten they’ll pick a controller over a soccer ball. Their brains are basically being deep-fried in pixels. And as a mom who has actually studied child developmental psychology (yes, I nerded out…
Well, that was fast. Summer 2025 showed up, dropped a bunch of memories in my lap, and then peaced out before I even had time to finish my coffee. I swear I just bought sunscreen and pool noodles, and now I’m staring down a fall calendar that looks more like an air traffic control schedule…
This past year has been a season of transformation. Not the soft, gentle kind you read about in the self-help books (and we all know I own basically every single one of them)- but the real kind. You know… the kind that’s messy. The kind that hurts. The kind that rocks you to your core…