Parenting is hard. Why do we do this? No, really. I mean, I know the Hallmark answer...but, really, why?
Being a stepmom is a choice, not the fulfillment of a childhood dream.
If you’d told me ten years ago that, in a decade, I’d be married with three beehives…well, I might have believed the beehives part, but that’s not really the point now, is it?
We aren't paying for college. We have never had "cover all costs for higher education" on our list of must-dos. We aren't interested in borrowing from our own future to fund our children's (adult) present.
Ah yes, that explained why the sauce packets were lined up like little soldiers waiting for battle on his leg.
The truth is, I can’t actually remember when I fell in love with Carolina. But the basketball gods have blessed me and I am here to answer the call.
It’s always about this time, during the Lenten season, that I start checking the calendar for an end date. Is it over yet? Am I done? You’d think I was an actual Catholic.
Gentle warning…there is no epiphany coming. More of a therapist’s couch type of blog this week…apologies if you were hoping for a life lesson… Oh, hello there. Just give me a second to take off my apron and get my head out from inside this washing machine. Sorry if my stories blaring in the background … Continue reading Giving Up for the Good (of Me)
If you’d asked me eight years ago how I’d react to hearing that our kids’ (bio)mom was moving out of state, I’d probably have answered with something along the lines of, “oh, thank you six pound baby Jesus.” But that was then.
Let’s Cancel Cancel Culture. I’m just throwing this out there. But can we maybe lay off the need to draw and quarter every single person who says something or does something or said something or did something that you or someone you know did not or does not like or finds offensive? Was that confusing? … Continue reading Let’s Cancel Cancel Culture.