I have a family history of breast cancer which shouldn't equate to waiting to die. Awareness isn't enough.
Parenting hack: Always be the afternoon parent
When my daughter was a baby and I went back to work, I was the morning parent. I rushed through the crying and the diapers and the blow-dryer and the makeup sleepy eyed and zombie like. The mornings were chaos and no matter what I did, by the time I left the daycare, I was... Continue Reading →
HOW TO MAKE FRIENDS
When I became a parent, I didn’t think about the fact that one day I was going to have to send my sweet little babies out into the world and their sphere of influence would exponentially grow beyond what I had filtered for them. Control freaks unite. Then when my daughter was in first grade,... Continue Reading →
Coming to Terms With My Mom’s Cancer.
My mom having cancer and then eventually dying from it has been the dominating story line of my life. It got me to where I am, which isn’t so bad, but it’s also done some damage that led me to my stuck place in life and I’m just now open to seeing it. My mom... Continue Reading →
CONVINCING MY DAUGHTER SHE DOESN’T WANT ME TO BE THE ROOM MOM
My daughter is in the fourth grade and every year since she’s been in school so far, she’s asked me to be the room mom. You know, the one who comes into class to help pass out an exorbitant amount of homemade Pinterest worthy treats for every holiday party. Each year I tell her that... Continue Reading →