savagemama

Someone told me once that there would be a day when there would be nothing I could do to ease my baby’s suffering whether it be because she was colicky or teething or just a little off. I honestly didn’t believe it but today was that day. I have never felt so inept. [more]

Lately, my grandmother seems extra interested in our spiritual path. I don’t pretend that she’s out to save my soul and saving Seth’s soul has been a little harder then she bargained for but Eliza’s soul is a different story.

As Easter approached this year she slipped sly comments into conversation before finally asking, “You gonna take that baby to church?”

And the strange thing was, I was actually considering it. [more]

We live on five acres south of Arlee, five acres of postcard mountain views, swaying yellow grass and, more often than not, a handful of our neighbor’s 200 or so head of cattle. These creatures have 155 other acres on which to roam and poop and make baby cows but where do they really want to do all of these activities? You guessed it. Our five-acre island. At eight months old, Eliza is becoming quite the cow hand. [more]

In our culture, a stay-at-home mom is someone who spends her days shopping at Target (in a not-so-sexy jogging suit nonetheless) and watching Oprah. This stereotype, while grossly unfair, is one I’ve bought into even without knowing it. It’s more than a little embarrassing to admit but I realize I’ve been less than kind over the years in my judgment of stay-at-home moms. This little identity crisis I’ve been having of late has forced me to confront my biases and realize that a woman can be smart and sexy and stay at home with her kids. [more]