AuthorMom Outnumbered

Hi!
My name is Kerri Green;
Wife to Justin, and mother to four highly entertaining daughters
-Alena, Chloe, Tessa, and Paige.
I am an artist, a writer, a daycare provider,
a lover of people, a believer that there is humor and beauty in all things,
and the author of Mom Outnumbered;
a blog about real family life, and my observations of it.
My goal is to make people laugh,
to be there for them when they cry,
and most importantly,
to let them know that they are not at all alone in this up and down world.
I live with my family in Sebastopol California, and I am opening the window into our life.
So welcome!
Come in.
Sit down.
Just please don’t mind the mysterious wet spots.

Bright Eyes and Square Shoulders

I was well into my monologue on all of the reasons why the decisions for this upcoming school year felt daunting, and why the pressure for teaching them well felt on. My mother sat still except for a nod. What if my teaching skills came up lacking...

A Vacation from What About Me

I knew from the moment my friend had posted the photos of her family’s trip to Lake Tahoe that I had to have it for myself. These months of quarantine have been getting to us all, and I just needed to get OUT. So we planned the trip, and five days...

And We Don’t Run Away

I think we have all been needing a break from each other. Fantasies of knapsacks, and train tracks. At least a few days away. It’s showing up in how forcefully the dishwasher gets loaded. It’s showing up in how often we sigh. In the long looks with...

On What Shakespeare Left Out

Several days ago, a young, single friend of mine was lamenting on Facebook that he wished that there was something that someone could say to him to help take away his constant thoughts about wishing he was a married man. At the time, the only thing...

The Perfect Spot

I thought surely it was the coffee. I hadn’t sucked down two giant cups of it quite like that in months. Merely one step down from how a python would have done it – Entire mug shaped bulge stuck mid-way down my throat. Or maybe it was my...

When You Help Me Breathe

“Mama, what’s a riot?” A question I never thought she’d ask. But it is a question I answered, before a long conversation on what is happening in our country, and the way that we can stand up, be a voice, and help out. “You know all of those times...

From the Field Across the Way

This day had me TIRED. Sending the kids outside to just listen to the soothing sound of only the dishwasher hum tired. Plan them a backyard campout that lasts several days with a sizable reward for whoever comes inside to pee the least tired. I feel...

On Looking Up

We were not long into our nightly loop. The girls on their bikes and I, on foot, had just turned in the cul-de-sack when an old man who had been gardening in one of the neighbor’s yards drove up from behind and slowed, rolling his window down a bit...

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