Marsha Roth
The Toy Intervention
We’ve all seen the mess, stepped on Barbie shoes, bought the fancy containers, and we’ve all spitefully vacuumed up Legos. I woke up one day and noticed that my house had disappeared under piles,...
When I Failed to Recognize his Anxiety
Dear sweet not-so-baby boy,
I’m writing this letter to you as an apology. You are beyond a doubt the sweetest, most kind-hearted, gentle soul I have ever met. I’m so sorry for what I have...
Hysterectomy at 34
When I could no longer take the pain and the blood, I knew it was time. Time to let go of my purpose as a woman, time to let go of the possibility of...
Why You Need an ‘Accountabilibuddy’
After 34 years, I have finally learned to deal with the fact that all women judge each other. Whether intentionally or not, we do it. Sadly, I think it gets worse when you become...
I’m the Default, and I’m OK With That
This is in loving dedication to my wonderfully clueless husband, son (8), and daughter (6).
When you lightly glanced into your room, and couldn’t find your shoe,
Who did you instantly get in that moment to...
How to Handle Santa Presents
Christmas at the Roth household has always been a big ordeal. We are the dorks that start listening to Christmas music after Halloween, and have our Christmas decorations up at Thanksgiving. If we could...
Living with My Nemesis
It happened so fast I had no idea what was going on. One minute I was deep in the moments of motherhood with my precious baby girl. The next thing I knew, I was battling...
My Mixed Race Family: One of These Things is Not Like the Other
We all have a type: tall, short, blonde, muscular, brooding. Mine is apparently tall, athletic and lanky - and white - who knew?!?
I'm a black girl (also mixed) who grew up in the thriving...
Children are the Best for your Body Image
I’m not typically a person that has body issues. I look in the mirror and see myself, it’s not always that pretty, but it’s me, and I’m OK with that.
As a young girl and...