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My two year old says a lot of surprising things.  Every day there is a new phrase or a new word.  It’s an exciting phase to wake up and wonder what she will do or say that makes me...

I saw these words on the cover of a magazine and thought of how unrealistic this title was. Even if the article perfectly described what the author thought of as a perfecting parenting style for them, it might not...

  She hadn’t called me in a long time. When she did call, I knew that it had happened again. The steel in her voice on the first “hello” was all that I needed to hear. After her third miscarriage in as...

Our local Richmond Moms Blog writers are excited to share their stories of parenting humor, horror, and humility with you. The next three mamas have been in the game long enough to know a thing or two, but with...

The final members of this diverse group of moms that are bringing you original content and insight on Richmond Moms Blog are two moms who have been at it for a while now; what you might call experienced mothers....

When you become a mother, gears are shifted, and everything becomes about your child. It's pretty much inevitable that your days will become focused on feeding, bathing, nurturing, supervising, and managing your child's health and well-being. It's a natural shift, and...

I grew up in Michigan, where my entire family lived within a ten-mile radius of my house. So when it came to Thanksgiving, what was traditional to me was a huge feast and a flock of cousins. And often times, this...

Post-work day is a challenge. It was a challenge before I had kids and with each additional child, it seems to quadruple. Getting dinner on the table with some sort of nutritional value (thanks to my amazing hubs for...

A full hour massage seems a bit indulgent, right?  You're a busy MOM for heaven's sake, not a Lady of Leisure! Well, if you didn't have a chance to read Holly's post about self care last Wednesday, she reminded us that we...

I was only 17 when I suffered my first miscarriage. I remember in the moment it was happening feeling sad, confused, in pain, and guilt for the tiniest tinge of relief that creeped inside me. It was the summer after...