The reality is that I have no earthly idea what I am doing with the big kid during school breaks, and have mostly been covering my ears and humming repetitive tunes rather than having to research it, price it, and register. For short breaks, I foist her off on friends and neighbors, but for longer breaks, I’m going to actually have to plan.
I don’t know your struggle. This doesn’t mean I don’t care about it. I am glad to listen, should you chose to tell me. What it means is, I don’t have the experience of your life to put this moment in context. Without meaning this to be dismissive, I frankly don’t see “the struggle” as the total of your life’s story. And while it may be real, my struggle isn’t all of my story.Read More →
My intent here is more or less a PSA about the second thing I learned: Irish folks really cannot stand when Americans say St. Patty’s Day on St. Patrick’s Day.Read More →
Today, my teen will leave school at 10 a.m. and participate in a 17 minute walkout on the one-month anniversary of the school shooting that left 17 students dead in Parkland, Florida on Valentine’s Day.
Our culture has kind of latched on to this “decluttering mania” and “throw out forty bags in forty days for lent” kind of mentality that can lead to a big sense of failure. I don’t want that for you.
In recent years Barbie has been all about dolls made to represent badass females. I’m not just talking about Wonder Woman and Rey, or the gorgeous new collectible series from A Wrinkle in Time, either.
Reading the text from my husband, Chris, I frowned. He told me our son told a racist joke. Furrowing my eyebrows, I typed back, “What did he say??”