An Open Letter to My Family

Dear Family, Let’s clear up a few lingering misconceptions. I do not say “No” all the time. I think you’ll find that if you take into account the number of questions fired at me on a daily basis the percentage of questions answered with ‘no‘ is actually quite small. In fact, my life would be immeasurably easier if…

Can We Talk?

  Like any parent, I want my children to feel like they can talk to me. I want them to feel comfortable running things by me, talking through situations. Generally chit chatting about their days. At least, that’s what I maintain on my Mom resumé. The truth is that often those times I am ready, willing…

9 Circles of Parent Hell

Some days parenting feels like nothing more than a series of bare-knuckle bouts in the gladiator pit of life. Some days it feels as if all you do is pick up the crumpled, inside-out socks of Satan’s spawn. Somehow we manage. We wade through the muck putting out fires. We fan the embers that need…

Coffee in Bed

There’s a rumor going around town that I bring my husband coffee in bed every morning. I’m writing to clear up any misconceptions and to set the record straight. The truth is this: I do bring my husband coffee in bed every morning. This has been a bone of contention of late, not within the…