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Stacy Bronec

  • One More Stool

    In my bedroom, I have an old wooden stool. The paint is chipped, and the legs are marred with scratches and dents, probably from being dropped over the years. You can see where glue…

    January 31, 2022
  • The Things Moms Carry

    Allie, my five-year-old, watches me from the kitchen table. “How can you carry both things?” she asks. Her big brown eyes are wide. “Moms can carry lots of things,” I say, holding a box…

    January 13, 2022
  • A Part of Who I Am

    “I was a high school counselor before I got married.” “I have a master’s degree.” Years ago, I sometimes found myself trying to drop these sentences into conversations. I wasn’t necessarily trying to brag.…

    September 17, 2021
  • Farming

    Moms Say Sorry, Too // On Coffee + Crumbs

    This is my first summer as a mom of three, and I feel like I’m failing. The smell of burnt hamburger fills the room, intensified by my baby’s sobs from the playmat on the…

    September 10, 2021
  • The Long Days of Harvest

    I’m tired. And I know the crew is too. I hate how easily I snap at the kids at this point of harvest. In the brief moments when Rich is home, all three kids…

    August 15, 2021
  • A Little Bit Nervous

    The school supply list has been printed off and sitting on my desk for the last month. I’ve been a little excited about getting to shop for two kids this fall for back-to-school. Partly…

    August 2, 2021
  • Happy First Birthday, Nora!

    “Mom, when’s she gonna be bigger?” Allie asked, looking at Nora. “What do you mean? She is big! And getting bigger every day!” I said, already defensive with Nora’s birthday only a few days…

    May 21, 2021
  • Farmer’s Wife

    When I married a farmer, I didn’t realize one of my biggest roles would be feeding people. Years ago, Rich occasionally showed up at the house before noon, asking, “Could you make the guys…

    May 14, 2021
  • Dreaming of Someone I Used to Know

    I unload the last box from my car and close the door to the apartment behind me. Turning back, I remember to lock the deadbolt, then collapse on the floor between the boxes.  My…

    May 11, 2021