Author: Michelle Brooks

  • I Wrote a Children’s Book in the Middle of a Meltdown… or Three

    No, I didn’t escape to a cozy cabin in the woods to write this book. I wrote it with one functional hand, while mediating twin brawls over who got the blue crayon, dodging flying LEGOs, and yelling “don’t eat that!” at a naughty dog. Glamorous, I know. Why This Book Had to Be Written The…

  • Boxes, Bandaids, and Big Dreams: We’re On the Move 🏡

    Here’s the thing about moving: it always sounds like a fresh start and a beautiful adventure… until you’re knee-deep in cardboard chaos, your children are emotionally unraveling over a broken Happy Meal toy, and you’re attempting to tape boxes with one functioning hand and a roll of duct tape that’s fighting for its life. But yes, we’re…

  • When the Fire Alarm Isn’t the Only Thing Triggering: Living with Invisible Injuries

    When the Fire Alarm Isn’t the Only Thing Triggering: Living with Invisible Injuries

    Most days, I keep things cheeky and sarcastic, because that’s how I’ve always coped. But today’s post? It’s different. It’s vulnerable. And I think it’s important I share it—not just for me, but for anyone quietly carrying pain the world doesn’t see. What People See If you know me in real life, you might notice…

  • I Love My Kids, But Can They Please Stop Talking?

     A love letter to silence Let me start by saying I love my kids. Deeply. Fiercely. Would-fight-a-bear-for-them love. But if they narrate one more snack run or ask me why socks aren’t made of marshmallows, I might just walk into the woods and become a legend. I homeschool twin boys. One has ADHD. One has…

  • I Love My Kids… But Can They Please Stop Talking?

    I Love My Kids… But Can They Please Stop Talking?

    Mom Life: Unfiltered | Post 1 I love my kids. I would walk through fire for them. I’d give them the last cookie. I’d clean up vomit at 2 a.m. with a flashlight and a prayer. (And Josh’s help) But if one of them says “Mom?” one more time today just to show me a…

  • What Really Counts as Learning in Our House

    What Really Counts as Learning in Our House

    (Spoiler: It’s not 30-minute timers and color-coded binders) When I first started homeschooling, I had a vision.It involved laminated charts, freshly sharpened pencils, classical music playing in the background, and children who sat still.Adorable, right? Yeah. That fantasy lasted about a week. The Schooly Brain I Had to Unlearn As a former early childhood teacher,…

  • Roadschooling Kindergarten: Learning from Leaks, Exploding Sodas, and Vacation Mayhem

    Roadschooling Kindergarten: Learning from Leaks, Exploding Sodas, and Vacation Mayhem

    Homeschooling in an RV? Sounds dreamy, right? Nature, freedom, unplugged days full of discovery?Let me just stop you right there. Because when we roadschool, it’s not exactly peaceful. It’s kindergarten meets camp chaos.It’s “counting chicken nuggets” while a shaken Dr Pepper explodes across the ceiling, floor, blinds EVERYWHERE.It’s reading time with a carsick kid, while I try…

  • What Homeschooling Really Looks Like with Twins

    What Homeschooling Really Looks Like with Twins

    Spoiler: It’s not color-coded binders and Pinterest-perfect mornings. Homeschooling sounds so peaceful in theory—slow mornings, cozy read-alouds, maybe a fresh loaf of bread rising while the kids happily dive into math. In reality? Some days look a little more like chaos in pajamas with a side of ADHD meltdowns, coffee reheated four times, and me Googling, “Can…

  • A Chapter I Don’t Often Share

    A Chapter I Don’t Often Share

    Because sometimes the hardest stories lead us to the biggest blessings. *trigger warning* *domestic abuse* I don’t open this part of my life often—mostly because it was one of the darkest stretches of my journey. But as I’ve learned through parenting, teaching, and healing, there’s power in vulnerability. And sometimes, sharing the hard chapters gives…

  • 📚 When the Classroom Closes: A Teacher’s Journey Through Injury, Grief, and Unexpected Growth

    📚 When the Classroom Closes: A Teacher’s Journey Through Injury, Grief, and Unexpected Growth

    Let’s talk about teaching. Like I said in my About Me, I was a public school teacher for 14 years. And just like any job, it came with its share of highs and lows. I had students I adored… and students I adored handing off to the next grade. But I loved what I did.…