Living Child Free – Week 1
Despite a few obstacles being thrown in our direction,”A” made it to camp in one piece! From the moment we arrived, I was completely at ease leaving him there – the place looked more like a lakeside...
View ArticleAn Open Letter to the Employers of America
A good friend’s youngest son started Kindergarten this year. She’s a stay-at-home mom and hasn’t worked outside the home since her oldest son, now 11, was born – unless you count organizing numerous...
View ArticleMy Fabulous Life…Courtesy of Pinterest
I’m kind obsessed with Pinterest – the social media site that’s filled with beautiful pictures of homes that I will never own, meals I will never cook, outfits I will never wear, and places that I will...
View ArticleStep Into The Momfessional
Since we’re stepping inside the momfessional this week, I’m giving up a few of my parenting-fail secrets. 1. I look really organized on the outside, but don’t open my closets, drawers, or cabinets –...
View ArticleHail to the No
“Half of the troubles of this life can be traced to saying yes too quickly and not saying no soon enough.” ~Josh Billings Josh Billings was the pen-name of Henry Wheeler Shaw, an 19th century humorist...
View ArticleThe Meanest Mom Ever!
Yup. That’s me…according to my son. He’s 11, so that should pretty much tell you everything you need to know. There have been lots of heavy sighing, eye rolling, and “Ugh, do I have to…” type...
View ArticleWhen Motherhood Feels Like a Dress Rehearsal for the Real Thing
It occurs to me sometimes that I am meandering through life still trying to figure things out in my mid-thirties, the age at which I had always assumed I would be finished with figuring out all the...
View Article5 Important Lessons in Five Years
I have had the pleasure of looking into these beautiful blue eyes for the last 5 years. My son and oldest child, Donald, turns five years old this week. It certainly has been a ride, that’s for sure....
View ArticleThe most beautiful word
I think mother is the most beautiful word in the English language. When I think of its beauty and turn it over in my mind, I’m not thinking of myself, but of my own mother. Some days, just the thought...
View ArticleLife of a Fake Dance Mom
I never really wanted to be a dance mom. As the mother of three daughters, I figured it would be inevitable that at least one of them would want to dance. I resisted for many years as my older two...
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