Boys Love Silly Moms
The conversation was about to end. I was driving cross-country with my…
The conversation was about to end. I was driving cross-country with my…
Every day when I wake up I am reminded of the undeserved…
My preteen daughter was whining that something wasn’t fair, my 10-year-old son…
“Nothing’s wrong!” So says my daughter’s voice, but her body language betrays…
Have you ever found yourself enmeshed in a conflict? Upset by the…
Report on last week: epic fail. Generally, my head-on attack of my…
The second the words left my mouth, I knew I blew it….
I went in for my every-three-and-a-half-months, I’ve-put-this-off-too-long, please-cut-my-hair-so-it-doesn’t-look-like-I’m-wearing-a-lampshade appointment at the hairdresser. I have a headful of decidedly curly, i.e. forgiving but frizzy hair, quickly becoming more frizzy and less forgiving. I believe the dialogue went something like this.
Hairstylist: Are you under a lot of stress?
Me: Um, well, yeah. Some.
When we decided to expand our family through adoption, we knew there…
Not too long ago I was telling you about my conviction that…