Why I’m Not Crying At School Drop-Off
“How do you feel?” “Are you sad?” “Nervous at all?” Ive been asked the same question (or variations of it) umpteen times in relation to my kids starting school within…
“How do you feel?” “Are you sad?” “Nervous at all?” Ive been asked the same question (or variations of it) umpteen times in relation to my kids starting school within…
When little lady asked for a mermaid fifth birthday party I knew I had to go big. Not because I’m one of those moms who always has to go big,…
Finding Happiness, Hard Lessons, Healing, Travel
…Only a few hours later, I had booked a trip to Ireland so I could spend St. Patrick’s Day in the rowdy streets of Dublin. I had stumbled upon an affordable tour for college students offered by a company both Mom and I had formerly worked for. I would be spending two and a half days in Galway and four days in Dublin. This would only be the second flight of my life, and I tried not to be nervous. There was nothing I could or wanted to do about my excitement, though.
Finding Happiness, Hard Lessons, Healing, Humor, Parenthood
She hunches over, furiously scribbling on the paper taped to the floor. It is there to catch excess paint from the ceiling, but the men have packed up for the…
Here’s my proposal: forget resolutions. Instead, let us reflect. What can we learn from 2017?
I’ve always dreamt of being a writer. As a child, I devoured book after book, traveling to far off lands and through life-threatening mysteries (from the safety of my bed),…
About five days before BlogHer16, I stumbled onto a post for the convention for the first time. I know, I’m not sure where I was living before that (perhaps under a rock?), but it was going to be on my home turf in just over 120 hours, and I knew in my heart I had to get myself there.
I did the best I could to prepare. I read an article or two, but with the very little time I had all I could do was print a rushed business card at a local office supply store and pray for the best.