I often tell my children, “worry about yourself,” meaning as long as they are making the right choices for themselves, they need to stop sticking their nose in the decisions of others. Most recently, this played out when my daughter … Continue reading
I am really excited to have Maggie Singleton guest posting today for the second time on this blog. (You can read her first guest post about being married to an enginerd here.) Maggie has a serious talent for finding the … Continue reading
I have a secret admirer…who is not so secret. Look at what I received in the mail over the weekend: It may appear to simply be an autographed head shot of one Micky Dolenz of The Monkees. However, this was … Continue reading
Originally posted on Tipsy Lit:
It is bedtime, and I am reading a book with my five-year-old son called Monkey Makes Pancakes.* And it…well…sucks. *Name has been changed to protect the innocent crappy literature. How in the bleep-bleepin’-bleep-bleep did this get…
Happy Valentine’s Day! Here is a little something I wrote last year for the holiday of love: I just spent a mind-numbing half hour helping my son sign eighteen valentine cards for his classmates. Even he was getting bored, evident … Continue reading
From the time she was born, I have had moments of feeling like I don’t know how to be a good mother to my daughter. Those moments seem to be happening more and more often these days. The irony of … Continue reading
Time for another recycled post! This one is courtesy of January 2011. Enjoy! When I was teaching, I used to tell my students there was no such thing as a stupid question. Let’s be honest. There are stupid questions. But … Continue reading
My daughter thinks I am very old. I know this because she tells me all.the.time. However, I am only thirty-six. And I feel like I am running out of memories about which to write. Or maybe I really AM getting … Continue reading
Sometimes I feel like a bad Catholic. Sometimes I don’t. But either way, I always delight in both Almond Joy and Mounds. I feel pretty sure that God put chocolate on this earth for me to eat without discrimination. I … Continue reading
Like many mothers of small boys, I am often asked to play superheroes. My son Michael has loved to engage me in this activity for a while now, ever since receiving a Batcave a few Christmases ago. As a five-year-old, … Continue reading
