Is Santa still coming? My eight year old asked quietly as we walked back from the swing set. Our family was outside when the governor announced Ohio’s mandatory shut down. My husband and I read the breaking news on our phones. We didn’t say much out loud, but what our kids saw on our faces…
Author: Roaringacres
Rachel has a masters in creative writing and a C+ in parenting. She is a digital marketing consultant with a passion for helping others tell their stories. A full-time mother, writer and fixer upper, Rachel and her husband are raising their three kiddos, chickens, ducks, goats and sheep on 35 acres just outside Cleveland.
The Wishing Tree That Grew Three Hearts Big
I watched them circle each picture with a bright red marker–legos, nerf guns, a sparkly new purse. Apparently they wanted everything. And they needed none of it. Christmas. As a mother it means so many things. Family, togetherness, overeating. Shopping online and in line and praying your kids don’t change their minds after it’s…
As You Leave Me For Kindergarten
Maybe it’s because you draw me rainbows when I’m sad. Or use your entire body to stir the banana bread batter. It’s probably because you put veggies in the shopping cart and ask for hugs and brush my hair. You’re also the only kid that lets me play my own music in the car. And…
Dear Sparkly, Almost-Married 20-Something
352! Someone shouted from our table. We’d been counting the number of bachelorettes since our first afternoon in Nashville. As the twelve of us sat sipping big girl wine and whiskey at The Southern, three more matching groups of bridesmaids twinkled down the sidewalk. It was our last night together. I was surrounded by women…
Dear Third Baby, You Gave Me Life
He made me put three different superhero outfits on the stuffed dog before deciding on ‘Spider Pup.’ Plus, a carrier, one bowl of dog food, a six piece vet kit ‘so I can give him check up,’ and the $2 cookie at the register. Stuff I NEVER would have allowed my first two children to…
Totes Ma Goat Yoga, It’s Really a Thing!
It’s a trend hotter than pass the potato at a kid’s birthday party. But if you own farm animals, it’s a little hard to understand why people would pay money to stand barefoot in a pasture to exercise and pet your goats. But when in Rome or, in this case, your bright white barn—and you…
Find Your Mom Tribe
It was decided over draft IPAs at Fat Little Buddies: No cell phones for the littles until they are at least 12. Before I continue, this is not an article on cell phone safety. This is a post about finding your Mom Tribe. The women who will help you raise your kids and yourself throughout…
Hacks to Keep Cupid & Classmates Happy
It’s almost time. To tap into the depth of your soul. To unleash unconditional love from that happy heart of yours. To elbow your way through 800 other parents shopping the isles of Target. ‘Sponge Bob or Mickey Mouse?! Just pick one already!!!’ Valentine’s Day is just a quick shot of that fat angel’s arrow…
“No” Is A Full Sentence
It just happened. There was no additional, “sorry” or a list of reasons why I couldn’t or wouldn’t do what the person had asked. I simply replied with a word that up until now has been difficult for me to say without overanalyzing how it would make the other person feel. But my response just…
Creating Your Christmas Cheer
Holler to the holidays! I go over the top for Christmas. Lots of us do. But creating a home for the holidays without blinding my guests with twinkle lights and vintage metal signs is something I’ve learned by trial and error. Here are four ways to cultivate your holiday cheering section that won’t get you…
Four Ways Your Kids Can Thank Veterans
It looked like an alien. But the green box with arms, legs and smaller square “medals” peppering its upper body was actually a “Veteran.” My first grader corrected me as he carefully finished drawing the soldier on a thank you card for a school project. “Do you know any Veterans, mommy?” You learn a lot…
You Are What You Eat
I watched my six-year-old climb onto the stage without hesitation. We were getting ready to watch a pumpkin pie-eating contest at the Centerville Fall Festival when the emcee asked if there were any other boys under the age of 15 who wanted to participate. Most of the other competitors were twice my son’s size and…
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