Before I had kids, I had a lot of images about the way my future family might look. Like most yet-to-be parents, I suspect, these images included a lot of twinkly and naïve visions, ideals about parenting strategies, and a list of things that I would never do. (How quickly…
Let me just start by saying that I am generally a morning person. And I like to think that I’m usually a pretty optimistic person. Maybe not a Susie Sunshine, but definitely a glass-half-full kind of girl. But…there are some mornings that are just downright brutal and some days when…
The post below originally appeared on Huffington Post and while it focuses on parenting – especially parenting young children – I think that it is something that can apply to all of us and to many aspects of our lives. (P.S. Sorry for the occasional swears, Mom.) ******************** “There’s no…
“But, Mommmyyyy, you’re not listening to me!!!,” my younger son cried from the back seat. “I am listening, Teddy, I just forgot what you said,” I responded guiltily. I tried to repeat back the story he had just told, but I had absolutely no idea. Something about football and monsters…
“It is our nature not only to see that the world is beautiful but to stand in the dark, under the stars, or at noon, in the rainfall of light, frenzied, wringing our hands, half-mad, saying over and over: what does it mean, that the world is beautiful— what does it mean?” — Excerpt from…
There are mornings, and then there are those mornings. You know the ones? Mornings when time is short, everyone is tired, and moods are tense. There is lots of rushing around, shouts to “GET IN THE SHOWER!,” cries of “WHERE ARE MY SHOES?” and “I CAN’T FIND MY BACKPACK!,” and…