At Home on the Death Star

I think I might be a wee bit broken. A life spent increasingly online has done something to me, something that no stream of Distractify quizzes or compilation of cute kittens is able to fix right now. It’s like I got sucked up by a tractor beam into the wake of the Death Star. I’ve never…

Label Conscious

Admit it. You’ve heard them before. You’ve probably even made fun of them yourself. I have. Standing around the schoolyard or by the water cooler, sweating to the oldies or during a TRX class (I still don’t know what TRX is, but whatever–the acronym-ization of our lives is for another post). Another mother’s name comes…

Balancing Acts

There are times when parenting seems to be nothing more than a big show of balancing acts.  Balance between nurture and nature, between choice and obligation, between sweet, cuddling love and “This hurts me more than it hurts you” discipline.  Balance between giving advice and sitting back and allowing natural consequences to take place. Between…