May my family, household and I be a devout God-fearing men and women.

Take care of the elderly people.

My need to parent is so much bigger, sometimes, than my children’s need for parenting.

I would be the first to admit that my maternal instincts are not well developed--though in defense I must add that the raising of Ramses would have discouraged any woman.

Parenting fucked you up.

Education is the best gift my parent gave me.

I never thought the brightest smile would come from a mouth without teeth.

A child s a special possession from God.

From the moment I was first pregnant, and those around me insisted that treats such as cold cuts and nail polish could cut my unborn child's potential IQ in half, I got into the habit of NOT seeking out the little things that brought me joy. Like soft cheese. And getting too close to a Starbucks.Then my son came, and I was too busy crying while searching for his User Manual to consider a manicure or massage.I lasted about a week as a new mom before reaching out to others in my situation online. As exhausted, cranky, and confused as I was, I needed friends. It didn't take long for this gaggle of desperate, sleepless women to meet up in person...