Brooke Conley

Monday, November 16, 2015

Together We Are Mighty

As I watched the news this weekend, my heart hurt. The terror our world abides is harrowing and tragic. Witnessing the events from an unfettered perspective would be traumatizing enough, but this isn't the first time we've borne witness to evil and pain and sorrow.

Personally, my heart was indelibly shattered fourteen years prior, as I sat on my bed and watched the horrors of 9/11 unfold. As a senior at a very conservative college, I led an intensly sheltered life
up to that point - I was naive and self-absorbed and the exact opposite of worldly.

Wednesday, October 28, 2015

Today Show Contribution

Thanks to the Today Show parenting team for featuring my piece on losing sleep with little ones. 

Lack of sleep is a form of torture and if I had one wish, it would be for mamas everywhere to get as much beauty rest as my husband seems to every night. But, since that will probably never happen, I figure perspective is all I've got.

You can read the entire article here: Putting Lack of Sleep into Perspective.

Wednesday, October 7, 2015

A Year of Firsts

My birthday is a few days away, which in my younger years signaled the start of a week-long party filled with the types of shenanigans that are forever locked in a memory vault titled Shit You Do Before Kids. These days, there are no t-shirts to mark the occasion or requests for the DJ - there is simply reflection and gratitude. (Although if someone made me a shirt, I wouldn't be mad about it.) 

Tuesday, September 29, 2015

Funny Over Fear

I am dying to get my funny back and breathe fresh perspective into my life and writing. Is it possible that literally nothing in my life is funny? Sweet Jesus, poop cannot be the only thing. Please tell me it's not the only thing!

That's the text message I sent my best friends this morning. 

In no particular order, Friend A is a real writer and not some phony like me. She has her PhD in English and has dissertated and defended and is published. It goes without saying that I trust her implicitly. I value her opinion and rely on her when I need direction on all things prose. She's gives me thoughtful, high-level feedback and gets it when I send her deep thoughts and arcane statistics and pictures of birds accompanied by long ramblings of what I imagine they may be thinking. She is my spirit animal.

Thursday, September 17, 2015

A Birthday Gift

Three years ago today, I stared into a pair of murky blue eyes and kissed a nose that was an exact replica of my own. Six pounds is tiny, but in my son's eyes I could see the deepest recesses of the sea and the entire galaxy all at once. He had a way about him that was magnetic and transformative and though I didn't know then what our lives had in store, I instinctively understood that we could manage it together. 

Monday, August 17, 2015


Dear Elle,

Today is bittersweet. Do you know what that word means, baby girl? It's kind of a funny word, but it's the perfect choice for your first day of kindergarten.

Bittersweet means that parts of today are bitter like a lemon - a little bit yucky and hard to swallow - and other parts are sweet like candy - sugary and delicious and something we want to have again and again. It was so hard to let you go this morning. I know that you have grown up a lot, but you are still my little girl. Today everything changes and that makes me sad because part of me wants things to stay the same. 

Monday, March 9, 2015

True Grit

"Be yourself.
Everyone else is already taken."
-Oscar Wilde

One of the things I admire most about my children is their tenacity. They both have a spirit for life and a thirst for learning that melds beautifully with their innate curiosity and shared stubborn streak. 

Last year, Elle came to us determined to learn how to snap and whistle - two talents that are split evenly between our parental skill set. I can snap, Patrick can whistle - neither of us can do both. She asked how it was done and after our mostly crappy demonstrations, I told her it would take a lot of hard work and practice, and that it may take months - if not forever - to become adept at two such tricky techniques. I didn't want to squelch her spirit, but figured it was best she knew up front that she may never become a duel snapper-whistler. Besides, I hear they are very rare and hide in trees and only come out at night.

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