Before: For as long as I can remember, once a year, my dad cooked one thing. Okay, that’s not fair. For much of my childhood, he did fix dinner during my mom’s annual trek to her parents' house. Like the time he made hamburgers with the ketchup and mustard inside. Which didn’t work out. His … Continue reading Bread Wars
"Oh, so you're their stepmom." "So they aren't your real kids..." And my favorite, "But you're not their real mom." I feel such a jolt when I hear these things - a combination of a stab in the heart (and a little in the back), anger, injustice and offense. And I often wonder if these … Continue reading But I am real.
I have very different relationships with each of my kids. With one, it is as close to a mother-child relationship as can be. With the other, it is solidly camped out on the step-mother side and, according to that child, an evil one at that. I always wonder if that's actually normal - if all … Continue reading A tale of two kids. But mostly one.
This isn’t a love story. Don’t get me wrong, I’m madly in love with Rich. He's my best friend and husband. Well, best friend that I also sleep with. We all know there are levels of best friends. You know who you are, other best friends. I still have no idea how I scored this … Continue reading Table for Four