I hate the term “broken home,” meaning a family where the parents are divorced. I grew up in the generation of divorce. I can remember children from school…
My husband loves technology: he gets giddy every time Apple releases a new iPhone, he could hardly contain himself when he discovered our home entertainment center could be…
Going through a three year old’s YouTube browsing history is like a window into the mind of a madman. It twists and turns in unexpected ways, making connections…
Yesterday I read an article that made me angry. At first I was angry because the author was claiming that I’d irreparably damaged my children. I’m not a…
About a year ago I found myself in a very compromising position. I was half naked, standing in the changing room at the YMCA, and staring into the…
I remember reading the book If You Give A Mouse A Cookie by Laura Numeroff and thinking how cute it was. It’s all about how if you give a mouse…
I was thinking the other night how different I am as a parent with my second child than I was with my first. When my first son was…
What they failed to mention was the never-ending stream of illnesses and diseases I would inevitably contract from the little germ factories. Of course, I love my babies…
I’m relatively new to writing, at least in a public forum, so I still freeze up when someone asks me about my blog. It’s scary enough for me…
Recently, my son and I were enjoying an event organized by our local parks district, when I found myself bopping along to some familiar tunes. Obviously, there was…