Ashley arrived in God's country at the tender age of 13. She has big pride in her "little" city of Hurst. Ashley is married to Grant, the guy who caught her eye in high school. They have two wildlings, Barrett (2011) and Hadley (2013). With a husband who travels, Ashley takes a sick delight in recording the many misadventures that take place when she finds herself flying solo at home. Ashley enjoys sashaying across the studio floor in her hip-hop classes, smelling books at Half Price, and pretending she's not at Target when her husband calls. Follow her at Raising Mama Q
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Moms’ Dirty Little Secrets: We’re Gross, Too!

Unfortunately for moms everywhere, I'm here to set the record straight. I plan to drop some knowledge and peel back the curtain. Call me a turncoat, but it's time. Kids get the bad rap, but us moms can be just as disgusting. We're, however, smart enough, with our fully formed brains, to hide our particular form of gross. Sorry, sisters. Get ready. This is happening. 
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It Ain’t About You, Kid: Kicking Entitlement to the Curb

I am simply one mom, saying she's tired of the me-culture. No more whining or pouting. You get what you get and you don't throw a fit. Am I right, people?
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Step Away from the Trophy!

Sports and other activities have moved away from experience to expectation. And, my generation has encouraged this type of thinking because we've wanted you guys to feel good. We don't want to keep score, or only issue trophies to the winning team because that would feel unfair. For goodness sake, what have we done to our kids? We think we're protecting you, but what are we teaching you about life?
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I Am Mother. Hear Me Roar!

I boldly declare that I am a yelling mom and have made my peace with it. I am here to welcome, with open arms, those of you who are audibly-gifted and parent your children as such.
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If These Walls Could Talk: In Celebration of a Home

How many hours did I spend pushing my own babies in the late afternoon sun as we waited for him to come home from work? Now those same late afternoons are taken up by homework and practices. I blinked and life has changed. I breathe in deeply and prepare myself to go back inside and tidy up. There is always plenty to keep me busy. Then again, maybe I'll spend just a little more time out here and reflect. I smile. There's life in that house.
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In Case of Emergency: How to Prepare for Your Child’s Big Injury

While absolutely terrifying to think about, you can prepare yourself and go into an accident with some knowledge that will make the process go a little more smoothly. Be it stitches, a broken bone, or a knock to the head, follow these four tips to help ease your mom-heart during a time of crisis.

When Moms Attack: The (Questionable) Science Behind Why We Snap

Moms are a tough breed, but our brains begin to tweak just a bit when we encounter a little too much of any one aforementioned item. Finally, an outside irritant, typically an unsuspecting person, pulls the pin from our grenade. Kerosene is thrown on the fire. The bull is freed from the pen. The victim has taken as much as she can possibly handle, and she lashes out. MGB varies from mom to mom, as all women are gloriously different. Some merely cry; some scream profanities in their car; all reactions are relatively terrifying for those in close proximity to the victim.