I Can’t Do Magic, the Kids Can, Yet Somehow We All Survive.
Daily Chaos, Magically Documented
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My kitchen had been spotless for six whole minutes—long enough for me to believe, briefly, that I had mastered both motherhood and the laws of thermodynamics. Then a fireball drifted down my staircase like it had an appointment with my face, and I realized two things: my children had somehow…
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“James — plate, sink. Now.” Monica’s voice carried the kind of authority only a long-suffering mother could summon: equal parts command, prayer, and thinly veiled threat. Four-year-old James had inhaled his dinner at warp speed, eager to return to whatever Lego-based crisis was unfolding in the next room. On the…
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I always thought being a parent gave you certain privileges. Turns out, if you’re not careful, someone else will use your kids as the reason you’re suddenly “not enough.” This is how I lost a title I’d been promised for years.
● Latest Articles
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Forgiveness
Invent a holiday! Explain how and why everyone should celebrate. If I could invent a holiday, I’d make one for forgiveness. We have holidays for…
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Monica and The Spider With the Southern Accent
A tired but loving mom tries to survive another day of parenting her three magical children when a sibling fight turns into chaos — and…
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Ceiling Crumbs
Monica looked up at her children, who were currently on the ceiling eating crackers. Crumbs drifted down like fresh snow. They were in the dining…
● About Me
I’m Birdie, a mom, writer, and lover of all things life-affirming, which is just code for ‘I’m a hot mess trying to survive on coffee and laughter’. I write about the transformative power of raising tiny humans, finding the silver lining in everyday challenges, and thriving through the small setbacks that make family life so rewardingly resilient.
Witch, Please 