In our youth, we believe we can do anything. Our parents, in fact, tell us as much. Parents worldwide still spew the propaganda that with hard work…
I’ve got to get something off my chest. First I said it to my doctor, then my surgeon, and now, I’m saying it to you. We all know…
As I pull into my local supermarket lot, my eyes alight on an open parking space less than 20 feet from the automatic doors. My heart soars, my…
Starting my fifty weeks of adventures with batting cages may seem like I was dipping my toe in fun instead of barging through the door and announcing my…
As much as I write for my fellow fluffy mamas, I get criticized by those who either have the unicorn metabolism I love to refer to, or to…
“Wow! You look so young! Are these really YOUR kids?” Like any normal human being, such compliments used to flatter me. But lately, I have grown quite…
I found an old diary the other day. One of the entries was 20-something me describing my ideal mate. He’d be tall and handsome, super smart, an engineer.…
When we moved to the Middle East almost ten years ago, the first thing people said to me was “Four kids? You’re going to need a maid.” The…
I recently came home after a long weekend of Army drill to a sight that would bring tears of joy to the eyes of many hard-working, beleaguered moms.…
My oldest son was just diagnosed with Influenza. I did what all moms do. I took care of him. I’m not trying to be a martyr or anything. …