Camping and Avoiding Loneliness
Now, last night we went camping for only the second time in her short life. She loved it. From running around with sticks to toasting...
Now, last night we went camping for only the second time in her short life. She loved it. From running around with sticks to toasting...
I find hope in this promise, as does my husband, so when we share this with our children we let them know that it’s okay and it’s natural...
This week my son has been going to a science day camp at our Nature and Science Museum. Every day, my daughter and I drop him off with...
I’m a mother. I stay home, take care of my kids, feed my family, wash the clothes…you get the idea. I’m a homemaker. I don’t always...
As a society we have reached a point where there is little that we cannot predict. We know that certain actions will produce a given...
Assumptions can be made about me now that I am in this box. I am probably married, if not already divorced and on my second marriage (it...
On Creation: Being a mother starts the day you decide to create a life. Even if such event happens by accident, you have become a mother....
I watch them in the morning, glued to the television, laughing along with the antics of a rambunctious monkey, following the time...
It’s not fair to add conditions. That’s not true love. And patriotism is a kind of love. It means standing up for something when you...
“I can’t marry my brother, can I.” She is sure on this matter and I have to nod my head in acknowledgement of this fact. “But you can...
The only thing we, as parents, really have to offer our children is consistency and conviction. They are an inseparable combination. If...
Friday starts out the same as any other day. The kids and I make plans, library, park, grocery store. We gear up for our day, we play...
And even though you said there would be magic at this party, and games of course, it wasn’t even the most magical thing you did today....
All the things I should do to keep this relationship vibrant, waking in the morning whispering your name, falling asleep to your words on...
Things that can’t help but make you smile. Watching snowflakes fall on your window… Seeing a child laugh… Being hugged… Kissing someone...
What a father teaches a child is usually subtle. Sure, to most of us the first things that come to mind are, the value of a dollar, hard...
We grieve with you. We grieve with you because we love you. Not because we pretend to know your breaking heart. Not because we will...