My daughter wants to know why she didn’t take dance class this year. Last year, she was in the 2-year-old’s class, which consisted of 15 little girls in…

I hear it every time I drop my towel to reveal my bathing-suit-clad body at the pool in front of friends and family. Every. Damn. Time: *Snicker* “Nice…

Another day, another headline from a click-bait news source. I had a hard time scrolling past this one, even though I knew better–but the article caught my eye.…

My husband hit it right on the head today. “I hate the way the media spins things! Talking about how the dad JUST suffered minor cuts and scrapes!”…

I’m not altogether sure I was cut out to be a parent. Well, it’s too late now! And besides, you’re doing a great job. That was part of…

I’ve had it. With the news of the tragedy in Orlando, my mind is absolutely spinning in an attempt to understand how this could happen again. My heart…

I never thought football could cause an existential parenting crisis, but this spring, that is exactly what it did. My almost-10-year-old son, Sam, wanted to play flag football…

We’ve called him the Gentle Giant since he was very small. A sensitive fella from the beginning of his life, he suffered from colic and cried for hours…

I’m in Toys R Us with my five year old daughter looking for a superhero figure. We walk around and I’m feeling proud that my girl prefers playing…

I’ve been struggling lately. Questioning why I blog; what am I trying to achieve by writing, and even if I WANT to continue. Recently a friend was talking…