Daily Dose of Mom

She didn’t say “yes.” She said “only if.” In 1926, one woman set the terms for her future—and took control of her family’s finances before it was ever expected of her.

She did not forgive us. She did not need to. She only needed something small to hold.

“I miss you though we have never met.” A poem about motherhood, longing, and the invisible threads that connect us across generations.

All I wanted was to say goodbye.” This message came to me as I was driving home after having coffee with a friend.

Many families assume an assisted living nurse provides clinical care—but the reality is different. Here’s what you need to know before making a move.

Sometimes life offers a second chance when we least expect it. After decades of divorce, my parents found their way back to each other—giving our family the gift of love, laughter, and sacred time together.

Some moments don’t announce themselves — they quietly redraw everything. This reflective story explores how one fall reshaped a family’s understanding of aging, caregiving, and what comes next.

After losing her son Nick to suicide, Wendy Hare Juergens faced the unthinkable. Through writing, connection, and compassion, she discovered that grief has no timetable—and that love continues long after loss. This deeply personal story offers comfort, honesty, and hope to anyone navigating suicide loss.

I’m grateful to rub shoulders with women like you on my journey. It’s well-known that when women—in all our resilience, inner strength, wisdom and heart—support each other, the sky’s the limit. I love that about us and am wishing you a 2026 rich in purpose and love.

I share because this story is what I have devoted my life to, my passion for advocating for patients and demanding proper care. I share because many people don’t know services like mine are available to them.

All parents want to support their children’s development. Parents must get involved with their children and support them on their life journey.

In a fast-paced, overstimulating world, many parents find themselves overwhelmed, reactive, and exhausted. This story explores the fundamentals of self-regulation and co-regulation, explains how the nervous system functions like a volume dial, and introduces practical tools for calming stress responses. Designed especially for moms, babies, and families, it offers hope, education, and an invitation to learn regulation skills that improve sleep, immunity, communication, and em

From Struggle to Strength: How One Chicago Mom Built ‘My Family’s Village’ to Uplift Families in Need Who would have ever thought a little black girl who grew up in the housing projects on the south side of Chicago would have her own non-profit organization one day? Who would also have a master's degree in Social Work while working towards pursuing her PhD? Unfortunately, my aunt did not think so. She always made me believe that her children were better off. She believed bec

We all know that being a mom is a full-time job, and it can get demanding to the extent that we put our family’s needs before our own. But as emphasized in Psychology Today’s article on self-care for parents , taking time for ourselves is not a selfish act. In fact, knowing our limits can be a win-win situation for us as parents and our children, since we can better figure out how to balance our priorities in life and avoid burnout. When most people think of self-care, howev

My life was turned upside down on a Monday evening in May of 2012.

Given the unnerving tidal wave of grief, rage, and frustration gripping our country, tapping into my niece, Terri’s, transcendent Grace Lessons allowed us to carve out room in our heavy hearts and replenish them with the grounding grace Terri personified.

Sounds obvious, but for me it recently rang especially true. I remember anticipating the day my youngest child would be graduating from high school and moving on to college. I believed that this would be my time of freedom

The first love of my life was my mother. When I was a young boy, I used to tell her that I loved her “this much,” and then I’d hold both hands behind my back—insinuating that there was no beginning and no end to my love for her. One day, I even told her, very matter-of-factly, that we would one day be married and live together forever. Such was my love for her. I learned a lot from my mother these past 36 years. She helped me to become the man I am today, and for that I will

Recently, I went on a three-day silent meditation retreat. No talking, no communicating in any way, no reading, no writing – that is all part of noble silence taught in Buddhism. I loved not talking – no chit chat, small talk over meals; no explaining myself, or talking about myself; no being bombarded with a lot of noise coming at me or the din of 100 voices talking at once – just silence.

As a pediatric nurse practitioner, I’ve seen a lot in my 30+ years of practice. I’ve seen babies born, children get sick and get better, and I’ve seen children die. I’ve seen more of this than most people see in a lifetime, many lifetimes.