Giving the kids something to talk about in therapy.
My former mother-in-law called me this morning while I was working. I looked at the phone and considered letting it go to voicemail for just a moment. When she calls, the conversation tends to be one-sided, usually filled with her speaking….or speaking over me if I try to chime in as well. And I’m forced... Continue Reading →
The other day, Mr W and I were in such a stress rut from constantly needy kids on spring break and the endless demands from work that he gave me an offer I couldn't refuse. "Let's get massages," he said. "I'll pay." Ok, where did I find this man, and how did I get so... Continue Reading →
I dream in chocolate. It taunts me. That luscious dark brown color, the smoothness in its texture. I want to inhale its aroma and then slip it in my mouth, savoring it as it melts down my throat in a satisfactory climactic explosion of cocoa bliss. I want to bite into salted truffles, guzzle thick... Continue Reading →
Rule #1 when it comes to Lent promises: DO NOT BITE OFF MORE THAN YOU CAN CHEW. (CLICK HERE to get a recap on the millions of things I'm supposedly giving up for Lent) You’d think I’d know this by know, what with all the broken New Year’s Resolutions I’ve created and then conveniently forgot.... 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 →
While no longer the genuflecting type, my Catholic roots have kept a few traditions under my belt that I cherish in my Christian faith. One of those is the season of Lent. I find it a beautiful time of starting over and ridding myself of the things that are warping my life. Much like the... 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 hopped on the kombucha boat a little late in the game in an effort to combat the cold season blues that were sapping me of all my energy. I’d heard about the pro-biotic and energy-inducing quality of kombucha, and was totally intrigued. However, fermented tea hardly sounded delicious. I’m not exaggerating when I say... Continue Reading →
(read part one HERE) I never thought it was possible to be utterly petrified of a teenager. Not me. I’m the one who has volunteered for years at a summer camp run completely by teens, and a host for our annual pancake breakfast at my kitchen table. I think the teenage years are when a... Continue Reading →
Frizz, my (future) stepson, milled around the kitchen putting his lunch together for the school day. We were both moving around each other, doing our best not to disturb the other in the dance we did every morning. He moved like I wasn’t even there. I just tried to stay out of his way. Neither... Continue Reading →
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