I have a bombshell confession. Please, don’t judge me. You’d never expect it just by looking at me, by passing the time chatting about the prices of Rainier cherries in line at the grocery store. You send your children to school with mine; we banter good-naturedly in our Facebook mom groups. But me? I had a gender reveal party. Maybe not the confession you’d expect from such a disclaimer, but you see? The perpetual judgment, riddled with double standards, started coming at me from 360 degrees before my son was even born. It touched on my plans to feed: I […]
How Much of a Hot Mess Mom Are You? [Quiz]
We’ve all been there, right? You pack up the kids to go to school, feeling like a beast because you freaking […]
Why I Quit My Job to Pursue Balance in Ambition and Motherhood
There was this moment when I knew. I don’t remember him crying or wailing for his grandma, but I knew […]
An inconclusive list of the things I want for Mother’s Day.
By Trish Harden, Cheryl Malik, and the NoFilter Contributors Team. Hey hubby/kids/individual I mentored like my own damn child, are […]
8 Healthy Easter Treats for Kids
It’s almost Easter, so your kids deserve 400 grams of sugar on your watch! Right? Hellllllll no. If your kids […]
I Wish I Wanted You to Be an Only Child. The Guilt of Wanting More Kids.
I don’t want another baby; I want another you. The heaviness hit my stomach like a cannonball instantly. The guilt […]
This Is Not Your Fault: Becoming a Mother of a Child with Birth Defects
This is not your fault. May 6, 2016 At our 20 week anatomy ultrasound, Dr. S. told us that Rowan […]