Your Tango

I’m Not A Mother – But I Identify As One

I haven’t chosen between a nipple or a bottle — but I have mothered my world.

Every day I’m putting out fires. Giving advice on love and relationships. Helping to ease hurt feelings. Relaying my love, hope, and support. Giving kisses and hugs. Laying out those bald, painful truths because sometimes they need to be said, even if it pains me. Read more… 

The Broad Side

White, Like Me? Taking a Page from the Rachel Dolezal Playbook

I’ve got a secret.

A deep realization burning in my heart of hearts.

I can’t hold back the truth any longer.

I’m a white woman in a black woman’s body. Read more…

In the Powder Room

I’ve Got Your Trigger Warning Right Here

I don’t want to sound like an insensitive bitch, but toughen up buttercup. Read more…

Motherhood May Cause Drowsiness: 2nd Edition

Motherhood May Cause Drowsiness is a collection of “momoirs” written by forty mom lit/parent humor bloggers who blog to keep their sanity. Momoir is a mom lit/parent humor blog post combined with the elements of memoir, creative nonfiction, and the conversational style, immediacy, humor, and ranting of a mom blogger. Ultimately, we are here to make you laugh, shed a tear or two, and feel connected to other moms who are going through the struggles of everyday life with children: a messy house, boredom, cabin fever, depression, guilt, anxiety, drinking, self-doubt, elation, joy, laughter, love, and happiness. And although we live in different parts of the world, in different houses (and we have different hair styles), we have one common thread: WE DON’T GET ENOUGH SLEEP!

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Mamalode

Sand

Picture it: the late 1980’s.

We were digging in the dirt, sifting it through and making it sand. Not realizing that in landlocked West Virginia, sand was as much of a dream as ocean skylines and Mickey Mouse. We filled up one bucket, sift the stones and debris out and then fill another bucket.

Trying to build sand castles in the still air. Read more…

Laura A. Lord

You Have Such a Pretty Face

I was a tween at a friend’s house for dinner. It was my first time there. I was painfully shy and always relied on the good manners that my Mom had instilled in me. We were having dinner around an actual dinner table, which we never did at my house. So I was already feeling awkward.

I can’t remember all of the dinner, except for this one point. The meatloaf was so dry and terrible that I was drinking soda to choke it down. I didn’t want to insult the Mom by not eating it, so I forced it down my throat. Read more…