A friend of mine often jokes that, as moms, we’re invisible.
We’re at the grocery store. We’re at home making dinner. We’re in the office at school turning in forms. We’re at work, toting breast pumps and brushing off an...
On December 14th, 2012, I went to my job as a kindergarten teacher in Englewood, Colorado. I had no reason to think that it would be anything but an ordinary day full of learning, playing, and reading.
Unfortunately, the day...
Let's face it. Our Facebook friends are important to us, but not critical. And around November of an election year, our friends list can change drastically.
Emotions run high and picking the next President of the United States brings out a lot...
"It's times like these that I feel so black." It was a statement I didn't set out to express to this sweet, white woman who sat across from me. What would she think about that statement? When she me...
Disclosure :: Denver Metro Moms Blog seeks to honor the voices of all moms living in Colorado. We understand and respect that this may be a controversial topic, but we ask that you read the author’s feelings and –...
Disclosure :: Denver Metro Moms Blog seeks to honor the voices of all moms living in Colorado. We understand and respect that this may be a controversial topic, but we ask that you read the author's feelings and –...
It's Black History Month, and I'm a White mom with a White husband and a White kid. I'm guessing you're probably wondering what it is I have to say on the matter...being White and not Black, after all. My...
Oh, Paris.
You beautiful, mysterious, storied city. Your history, your culture, your lights, your love, your charm. Your people’s strength, their pride, their community.
Your heartbreak. Our heartbreak.
As I sit here, stunned, I am grasping for words and aching for the...