“This is the most boring day of my life,” I thought. As I was only nine years old, that may have been true. That day, my family was…
I am always amazed by those parents that claim to be ‘friends’ with their children. Not only because I feel it is inappropriate to be friends with your…
There are two very different life choices you can make that end up feeling exactly the same. If you want to be unappreciated, become a parent, or a…
Let me begin by explaining a few important contributing factors to The Hairy Nipple Incident. 1. I am a nurse. Because of this my son is well versed…
As a southern woman, I have found that we are too often taught through our experiences that, above everything else, we should be polite. At some point throughout…
Ask any of my friends: I can cook like a cross between Julia Child and McGyver, amped-up like the Tasmanian Devil and pelted with matzo balls. I am…
Twice now, I’ve tried to write an article for an online life skills blog for parents. The piece was about nurturing intrinsic motivation in our kids, rather than…
I don’t hate people. Really. There are exceptions, of course: child molesters, the kid at school who called my daughter a “faggot,” Hitler. But I don’t feel hatred…
When I was five I accidentally stapled my finger. If my mom had been at home at the time, she would have pulled the staple out, slapped on…
“Rupture and repair.” Bloody, messy, takes-you-by-surprise trauma. A burst blood vessel, a tire blowout on a super highway or a fractured relationship – they all need to be…