When I first became a stay-at home mom, I took great pride in keeping my house absolutely pristine. Not just tidy, you understand, but ORGANIZED. Each toy had…
When I was around seven years old I remember my Mother coming home after doing the groceries as she always did on Saturday mornings. This time, she was…
Like all adult children whose hoarding parents suddenly decide to clean house, I received a box of my childhood artifacts to take home. I gave the box a…
The Stomach Bug is an asshole. It busts into your house with no warning, assaults every family member in its path, and leaves you with nothing but a…
I am officially middle-aged. I have a love/hate relationship with this phase of my life. And though we all slide into this stage at different rates, here…
Planning a Halloween costume with tweens is an epic process. If it is the dreaded group costume, it will be a roller coaster of emotions, tears (mostly yours)…
If you’ve done yoga and you have a vagina you might relate to the experience I had in my class today. Yoga isn’t really my thing; I go…
Our daughter is a committed student. She competes well in dance. She survived her first high school party without drinking. She has made excellent decisions in friends so…
Canadian Thanksgiving is nearly upon me. I say “me” because we all know who is at least planning the whole tumult, if not also cooking it. The Mom…
Recently, mornings have become a bit darker. And by darker, I mean like the stuff horror films are made of. I’m talking about rolling over to find a…