Tomorrow is Mother’s Day. Let me hear a whoop-whoop from the peanut gallery. Ah, Mother’s Day! A day of great expectations and high aspirations. Look it. Here’s my unbiased advice for surviving the day. Let’s just all take a b-iiii-gggg breath. And then, let us exhale in unison. Now. Let us release all those fuzzy, …
It’s been a long day. Preceded by an even longer night. In which I woke, startled by my dream. A telling dream- of projected fears and failures and worries about things to come. And now, here I am again. Ready to head into another night. And then, another day. And on and on. Sadly, there …
It’s okay to rue the day you’ve just lived. And thank your lucky stars that it is over. We know you are still the greatest, Mom. And it is also okay if there is not one moment of that day in which you lived completely and joyfully in the moment. Or one moment wherein you …
I am suppose to write a blog piece for the Huffington Post about motherhood (for their special upcoming Mother’s Day issue in another week). And I have no idea what to write. I am a loss. There are no pearls of wisdom, no gems of gold from which others can glean sage advice. No nothing. …
When tragedy strikes and disaster hits. And when calamity occurs and life is lost. When that life is a child’s life- a precious son or daughter’s life. A mother’s life, a wife’s life, a sister’s life. Or worse: when that loss is a family’s life, it is so pervasive and deadly in its scope. So …
So, here’s where the rubber meets the road. Yesterday, I wrote about seeing the best in people. And I love doing that in my role as teacher, friend, colleague, volunteer. But probably the hardest place for me to practice seeing the best in people is when it comes to family. Because let’s face it, family …
A few years back, when I was teaching high school instead of five-year olds, I use to know a thing or two about teenagers. For instance, I knew that you can’t try too hard to be liked by them. It helps to be funny. And don’t take yourself too seriously, or you’ll be the laughing …
When my son was little, I lost natural hair color over stressing about his day at school. I don’t know if his initial school experience was typical or not, as he is my only boy, and I merely have his one experience to go on. But, I am starting to think it might be. Although …
My baby turned six today. Happy birthday, M.A. You bundle of energy, you ball of fire. You, my own little spitfire. I love you to the moon and back. Who would’ve ever thought we would get this far, intact. Intact being the key word here, and don’t think I don’t mean it. Intact, with most …
That moment. When you feel so very, very horrible. And all because you have left your middlest child at the rink, waiting for the better part of an hour because you had no way to get in touch with her. And all because you were driving from Point A to Point B to Point C …
I succumbed to new depths of misery today, in the form of the after-school ski program. I literally, no word of a lie, pulled Littlest One up three cross-country ski- hills, most of which while holding both her poles and mine. And the only music to my ears was her incessant wailing, I mean full-out …
I am home today. Which is to say, I am not at work. Which is to say, I feel like a slacker. So. When one is home, as I myself have now discovered. There are a few things that sometimes occur. Sometimes large brown security trucks arrive unannounced in your driveway, with the unspoken expectation …