Ashley
Mama to Maddox, Walker and Finn plus three unruly dogs: Nick Carraway, Ladybird, and Charlotte. Owner of Nest, a custom painting and furniture restoration business run out of my SoKno home. I've written for Knox Moms since 2014, and have also written for The Dollywood Company, Her View From Home, and Today.com. I'm a recovering type-a personality, overcaffinated, sleep with too many pillows, am a better person near water, and love a good British period drama or anything about gruesome true crime. I'm going to die trying to pet something I shouldn't or lifting furniture I have no business lifting, and am a firm believer in convenience meals. Probably a top contender for the title of World's Okayest Mom.
I Don’t Remember Christmas
I have one Christmas memory from my early childhood.
I've thought about that sentence all day. First, I tried to scan all the corners of my brain, lest I make a liar out of myself...
If You’re Reading This, You Survived
It's been A DAY. No one got along. Dinner came out of a can. The biggest dog let the River Nile loose on the floor before I could get the back door open for...
The Kids are All Right
"Come mothers and fathers throughout the land.
And don't criticize what you can't understand.
Your sons and daughters are beyond your command.
Your old road is rapidly agin.'
Please get out of the new one if you can't...
My Mom Told My Kids About Sex
"Hey mom, remember when Finn was in your belly?"
"Yes, bud. Sure do."
"How did he get there?"
"What?"
"You went to the hospital, and a doctor got him out of you, but how did he get IN...
I Hate Toddlers and It’s Fine
“You’ll miss this so much one day.”
“You need to cherish every moment when they’re little like this.”
“It goes so fast!”
No. No no no no no.
As the mother of a nine-year-old and seven-year-old, in addition...
I Used to Be Cool
“Haha yeahhhh, I used to be cool,” I told her. I was walking one of the dogs through the neighborhood on our normal thrice-daily route when I ran into (or rather Ladybird ran into)...
A Love Letter on Your Birthday
I had a whole other post typed out, but then I walked through the silent house and stood at your doorframe and looked at you sleeping in a pile of pillows and stuffed animals,...