Chattanooga Moms

My daughter Karin just celebrated her 8th birthday; her request was to have a sleepover. I am a sucker when it comes to birthdays -- I have a hard time saying no. The planning and preparation begin immediately and...

I'm a privileged white woman in America. Some days, this country seems stranger and stranger and I don't know what it's going to look like in 20 years. We joke about millennials, of which I would say I am not...

My oldest daughter is eight. For the past few months, she has been practicing cartwheels and handstands in our living room, so I finally asked, "Do you want to try gymnastics instead of ballet this spring?" After an enthusiastic...

Hi! Welcome to Chattanooga, Mama. You just made your move here and I know you feel worn out from planning it all. Choosing a neighborhood. Finding a house. Packing. Worrying. Moving beats all when it comes to emotional overload. I...

The moment I found out I was pregnant with twins I knew I was in for a whirlwind of change. I think the first words I said were "Oh my gosh. I'm going to have to get a mini...

In the last few months I've seen ads for both a "Peep on a Perch" and a "Leprechaun on the Ledge," created in the spirit of the infamous Christmas Elf on the Shelf. These toys that magically move around...

Coming from a family of eight siblings, writing that our family of four young boys is “big” seems laughable. However, as soon as that fourth ball of constant energy and no-sleep required infant hit our family, we felt big....

When a two-and-a-half-year-old runs the show, reading options tend to fall into mind-numbing categories. If I have to read Dog Wants to Play or The Berenstain Bears Go to the Movies one more time, I might join the dish...

The sheer terror on their faces on what was supposed to be a trip of a lifetime crushed me. It's the moment my husband and I realized our children had noise sensitivity that was more than the norm. They withdraw when they're in a noisy, confined space with thumping music and exuberant children. 

Hey working mom, I see you every day. You are the one rushing in with a minimum of three bags on your arms and maybe even some spit up on your sweater. You effortlessly knock out team projects because...