Giving the kids something to talk about in therapy.
I know I already wrote about this. In fact, she has already moved. But after much thought, I decided to also write a newspaper article about what's going on in our home. I figure plenty of divorced families are going through the same thing as their child decides which parent to live with full time. ... Continue Reading →
DQ leaves tomorrow for her dad's. I've distanced myself from this reality, treating it like one long vacation. And for the most part, I've been blissful in my little world of denial. She's been busy packing up her room, taking over the washer machine and boxing up anything she thinks will fit into my car... Continue Reading →
'Letting our children go' is a lifelong process for parents, one that we wrestle with again and again, and each parent has to wrestle with it in his or her own way. -- Mister Rogers My daughter is moving away. It’s weird typing those words. I always knew there would be a day I would... Continue Reading →
This post will publish in the Press Democrat on Friday, September 7, 2012. On a recent afternoon, my daughter DQ and I were on our way back from dropping my son, Taz, off at his friend’s house. I had assumed that DQ was going to spend the rest of the day bored since one of... Continue Reading →
This article publishes in the Press Democrat on August 10th. The kids are visiting their dad this week. As a result, the house is strangely quiet. The TV, which is usually blaring with bright pictures and loud voices from attention seeking sitcoms, has been off for days. And the Internet speed is curiously faster without... Continue Reading →
(This article is publishing in the Press Democrat on June 29th) On a recent evening, I took my daughter, DQ, to the store to go shopping for some clothes and jewelry she wanted for a special occasion. We not only looked for what she needed, but had fun going through the different aisles trying on... Continue Reading →
“My kid has totally turned against us,” a friend of mine lamented as she shared all the ways her teenager was lashing out in rebellion. “She insists when she turns 18, she’s leaving. I feel devastated!” I was there as recently as a few weeks ago. My 14-year-old daughter looked at me like I was... Continue Reading →
Don’t freak out. What did my parents say? “We hope you have a daughter just like you.” Guess what, it’s happened. And now I get to deal with the same stuff they freaked out on me about, but try to do it in a way that won’t cause her to rebel and get worse. Like... Continue Reading →
Whatever. It’s her word of choice for me, regardless of what I say to her. Did you eat all of your brother’s chocolate? Yeah. Well, wouldn’t you go ballistic if he went in your room and stole something out of it? Whatever. Just weeks ago we were close. And now? I barely know this 14... Continue Reading →
I have a confession to make. I embarrass my kids. Most of the time it’s unintentional. For example, my son will turn down the radio before he opens the car door when I drop him off at school. He doesn’t want anyone to know we’ve been listening to talk shows, blues music, or worse, music... Continue Reading →
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