Kate Chapman


All Mothers Matter

I watched my grandmother die today. She was nearly 93, at the end of a long and storied life, and she had no pain. My mother and I were with her, alone together in the room as she left us. In offering condolences, the hospice workers commented on how sweet […]

Mother and adult daughter

Stepmom and Husband Hugging

What Every Second Wife Needs to Hear

The most romantic statement Gabe ever made to me didn’t happen on our wedding day.  He didn’t declare it at the base of the Eiffel Tower, or pen it in a greeting card.  The sentence caught me by surprise as we were out to dinner on a rare weeknight alone. It was around […]


Saying Goodbye: Custody Transition Do’s and Don’ts

Years ago, when we first began sharing custody, I dreaded the time my children were with their father. I missed them terribly, and transitions triggered all my grief and guilt about our divorce. I felt like a part-time parent and the days were excruciatingly long. As the time came for […]

Father and Daughter Hugging

Teenagers Packing

Coming Home: Custody Transition Do’s and Don’ts

Over the years, Billy and I have shared custody many different ways.  We’ve bird nested, alternated every two days, spent time in a 2/5/5/2, and most recently, adopted a week to week schedule.  While when the children change homes has varied throughout our coparenting journey, how they feel coming home on transition day […]


The Ugly Truth about Blended Families

Last night, as we settled into bed with a glass of wine, Gabe shared that Caden had recently hurt his feelings.  He’d planned an outing he thought Caden would like, and Caden’s response hadn’t met his expectations.  It was one of a long list of disappointments my sweet husband had suffered this […]

Stepfamily trying to blend their families together

Stepmom and step daughter lying on the floor smiling

Surviving the Stepdaughter War

My stepdaughter Amy is eleven, and has a war raging within her.  It surfaced this weekend. “That’s not how mom makes potatoes,” she told me as I slid the roasting pan into the oven before dinner. After her shower, she came downstairs, long hair dripping down her back. She held up […]