Giving the kids something to talk about in therapy.
When you think of Easter baskets, you probably think of young toddlers running out to see what the Easter Bunny has left for them. You may have visions of tiny toys and plastic eggs filled with jellybeans. There’s magic in those grass filled baskets, and it’s not wasted on toddlers who will marvel at every... Continue Reading →
“I want to come home.” These are the words my daughter, DQ, spoke to me a month after she moved out of my house to live with her father. They were the words I had hoped to hear from her every day since she left, and yet, they felt so sad as she said them... Continue Reading →
This post will publish in the Press Democrat on Friday, Feb. 22. I hate school projects. There. I’ve said it. I’ve often felt like it was more homework for the parents than it is for the kids. Yes, I understand that school projects are meant to be for the kids. But please tell that to... Continue Reading →
This article will be published in the Press Democrat on Friday, February 8. A friend of mine had to teach a group of teenagers about how seeds travel so they can germinate. Her challenge: how to teach about the topic and also keep these technology driven kids interested for more than an hour. As a... Continue Reading →
I went out to lunch with a coworker today. She's someone I have known for years, and have always thought she was just a wonderful person. As long as I've known her, she's been bubbly and upbeat, cheering others on around her in their endeavors, and just an inspiration on how to be a decent... Continue Reading →
This post will be published on Friday, January 25th in the Press Democrat. “There’s nothing to eat!” my son lamented as he stood in front of the open refrigerator door. This was, of course, a lie. We had just gone shopping and the refrigerator was packed full of all kinds of food. What my son... Continue Reading →
It's a constant battle about whether I am going to keep my newspaper parenting column or not. It's not that it's in jeopardy. It's not. But I question myself over and over whether I really want to keep writing it. I don't really know how I feel about this space I have in the newspaper.... Continue Reading →
My 17-year-old stepson, Frizz, is intent on folding 1,000 paper cranes. This means there are paper cranes of all sizes showing up all around the house, increasing in numbers day by day. The first day was cute. He carefully placed a large crane on our dinner table, followed by cranes decreasing in size - like... Continue Reading →
The Taz has been a different kid this week. This would be the very first week he's been home without his sister here. They both left for their dad's house two weeks ago, but Taz was the only one who came back. DQ has been adjusting up in Grass Valley, going to a new school... Continue Reading →
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 →
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