So how might these days be remembered, by our children and by those of us who have aligned with — and cherish — the slowing and the pause?
I was always that mom who couldn’t wait for the long breaks from school. It started when my oldest was in kindergarten and continues to this…
Of course I do not expect to wake up with a huge smile on my face every day but when that old panicky feeling comes back, it is horrible. Once it happens, it is hard to shake for the whole day.
Rescuing/adopting and being Millie’s dog mom for her 15 years of life was an honor. What she gave me in return was far more than I could have ever given her
When we’re new moms, immersed in the thick of newborn and baby care, connecting with our infants faces certain challenges. Hormones, sleep deprivation and overwhelm can…
My story is about a thousand oblivious cuts, little things that happened along the way in a parental relationship that became an irreparable wound that cannot be healed.
While we teach our kids what anger is, how to identify it and that anger is ok, we also need to teach them how to express it appropriately
With a little encouragement from my daughter, I decided to get a tattoo. I chose four little hearts on my ankle, for the four of us, with one of the hearts in pink, to represent the new me.
Our moms walked the path we are now walking, and they know us in ways no one else quite can. Their perspective, wrapped in their unmatched love for us, soothes and enlightens us.
We don’t always make a lot of sense and in the early years of relationship no one thought we were going to make it (not even us) but a decade later we are dedicated to making it work and to the surprise of many, it does.