I AM NOT A COOL MOM

I AM NOT A COOL MOM

“I LOVE PACIFIERS. I said it. It is how I sleep trained my kid and is the reason I am here today and did not hang myself with a rope made of pacifiers the first three months of my child’s life.” I thought I’d be cool. Laugh as my baby screeched and...
DREAMING OF MY SON’S FOURTH GRADE TEACHER

DREAMING OF MY SON’S FOURTH GRADE TEACHER

Fall is just around the corner. People keep asking me what I want in my son’s fourth grade teacher.  Below is the job I would post, IF I were actually doing the hiring.  You’re in the profession of teaching, so I am assuming you are a lover of children and the...
Cauliflower Buffalo Wings

Cauliflower Buffalo Wings

Having a quick, healthy vegetarian appetizer is an appealing and tasty idea this time of year! These yummy Cauliflower Buffalo Wings are a-no fuss solution to making something your guests will love. You can also use them in sandwiches— they are amazing on a fresh...
Zero Simple Rules for Dating My Teenage Daughter

Zero Simple Rules for Dating My Teenage Daughter

(with apologies to W. Bruce Cameron, whom I adore) It’s about an hour before prom, and a group has gathered at our house, the girls in jewel-toned evening gowns, the boys in suits and tuxes—and the parents in old jeans and sweatshirts. I go inside to grab some food...
Sleep When Your Baby Sleeps

Sleep When Your Baby Sleeps

“Your sleep cycles are getting seriously messed with by the erratic sleep patterns of a newborn baby. The last thing you need to be worrying about is catching up to the rest of the world.” This is one of those golden rules that every baby book insists: when your baby...
The Blame Game

The Blame Game

Who’s to Blame? “What I have found time and time again, through my own experience and through that of clients, is when you outwardly place blame on another person, it is actually a shortcoming of your own which you aren’t owning. ” The blame game is a dangerous game...
A Life Well Lived- Finding Grace in Dementia

A Life Well Lived- Finding Grace in Dementia

I don’t believe I ever saw my dad cry. I was by his side for so many life events, yet never a tear. Until one day, a rare event where he and his three girls were assembled, coming together to make sure everyone was on point for the inevitable events coming, the...
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