Published on Scary Mommy, & Thought Catalog. Amazon bestselling author. Writer Mom. A bit sassy. Loves words + baby kisses. Reach me at jeweleliese@gmail.com

Updated 12/07/19

10 Reasons Why

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It’s too much.

Facebook. Twitter. Pinterest. Instagram. Google+. And more.

All these social platforms bloggers use can make your head spin. Sure, you need them, and they help — if you have a following.

But, maybe you are like me.

When I started blogging all I had was Facebook. Nothing else. And that Facebook account was teeny tiny, made just for family.

Not the best social media presence to say the least. But I have spent the last almost two years growing this presence, like making a Facebook group I love. But it’s not easy.

Sometimes I just wished I…


And no, we don’t mean your butt.

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You’re a bit nervous because tonight might be the night.

Not that you’d admit this to anyone but you picked out your shirt to be just right, and you’ve maybe paired it with a pretty cool jacket. A bit like Chris Pratt in that, maybe horrible yet hypnotizing movie, Passengers. Your hair is smoothed back tight and you’re feeling a bit like Elvis, super cool. Attractive.

But are you?

You walk into a bar or restaurant (imagine this pre-COVID) and suddenly your confidence drips away. Is your fly open? …


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By now you’ve heard of it, right?

News Break.

I’ve just finished watching Bridgerton so, to me, News Break feels like the new scandal everyone on Medium’s talking about.

  • Have you heard about that new girl from out of town called News Break
  • Did you see how low her bodice was?
  • She actually makes her own money!

Or, it’s as if News Break is the new girl in town and all the fellows are rushing to get their name on her dance card.

News Break is all the rage this season as writers from Medium try out the new platform.


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My son was placed in my arms, squealing and face scrunched. He seemed too small yet too big.

Now my tiny baby is a smart, goofy Lego-loving boy about to head to school.

He’s a kid.

How did it happen so fast?

Sometimes I wish I could make time just stop for a second so I can stare at my kid's faces without the seconds ticking by.

I turn on the TV and see the news, and lately, it’s been scary. But that’s helped me reaffirm one thing.

The best thing we can do, and it's something the pandemic has…


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It was a busy night, to say the least.

The kind of night that you run around, taking notes as best as you can, but you fear when you finally get home, you’ll remember how you forgot to bring table 22 their extra sauce.

But the rush was only the beginning of my problems that evening.

I was a server in a beautiful, quite fancy restaurant for the summer. While expensive and ‘higher class’, this was still a small town in the midwest.

So, I wasn’t expecting the extra-fancy diner.

He had been waiting for a waitress to come for…


The lesson? Imperfection is perfection.

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“One of the darkest, deepest shames so many of us mothers feel nowadays is our fear that we are Bad Mothers, that we are failing our children and falling far short of our own ideals.” -Ayelet Waldman

I knew what I was doing, yet I did it anyway.

I was living the dangerous life of a mother as I told my daughter to choose a color. Any color. White. The color of the clouds, heaven, and angels was to be the doom of my nails. She took it out, grabbed a paper towel.

And painted my nails.

The Lesson I Learned

Let me start…


That’s right, Neo

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How often do you do this?

You sit down to write, actually put your butt in the chair, and hands on the keyboard. You’re ready. But your Facebook account was open and you see your friend from ten years ago is pregnant.

Of course, you have to congratulate them.

Next, an ad for a movie you forgot you so desperately wanted to see is now on Netflix. Well, your writing can wait until later. After all, you’ve had a hard day. No writing is done that night. Maybe even the next day. Or the next.

Distractions.

They happen to me…


But not forever

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You’re sure of it. This time, these words will be the best you’ve ever written.

You write, sentences spilling out of you when out of the blue, you’re shot out of the flow of words because the kiddo needs a drink of water, or your time to write has run out and you have to go back to work.

After a day of interruptions, at last, the day comes to a close — but you never did get back to writing your article.

But this time, the words don’t flow as easily, even though the memory of the idea is…


A fairytale of love and growing up

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Brush.

Waiting isn’t a problem for me — normally. I’ve waited for the sun to rise, watching it creep behind the same tree for the past 16 years. I’ve waited for days to end and for sleep to finally bring me something to do amid hours filled with nothing and no one, other than Mom. But this day, waiting is hard.

Difficult.

The worst.

Brush.

This is the first time I’ve had something worthwhile to wait for. Something I’ve only dreamed of. Today, I wait for my love.

I can only imagine what the rough skin on his hand feels…


An all-too-real tale of a mothers daily frustrations and the present of time

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“Stop!” I silently yell to the constant rhythm of never-ending, never pausing time.

I can’t take this anymore.

When will I have a second to myself? Sleep clings to my dried out brown eyes causing my lids to stick every time I blink. All I want to do is sit at the computer and get some work done. To write. But the house needs, dusting, vacuuming, sweeping, mopping, and organizing.

Again.

My two-year-old son Peyton runs around the house yelling “No pants.” …

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