We All Bloom When We’re Ready

When my mother died within two months of my daughter’s birth, I knew I had to do something to tie the two events together.

Money Management 101 for College Kids

I graduated high school with a ton of bad advice on establishing a credit rating and almost no concept of financial planning beyond “How to Operate a Savings Account.” I don’t want my kids to do that.

Why Can’t I Be the Favorite Parent?

I know why I’m second best. I know that since I’m the one involved in the daily parenting grind, telling her – make your bed, go brush your teeth, get dressed, STOP jiggling my butt! – I’m the prime target for her frustration and anger. I WANT TO BE THE FAVORITE PARENT!

My Hair Has a Mind of Its Own

My hair became impossibly thick. I started getting teased in grade school as the adorable curls morphed into some curls, some shag carpeting.

Mama, It Is Enough

There is a height chart on the wall reminding me that I didn’t do the “parenting thing” I planned to do.

I Got Divorced and I Have No Regrets

By the time my divorce was over, I didn’t feel the huge sense of loss I expected would come with losing someone in your life in that way.

Premature Anxiety: Out Too Soon

We may have been safe, but we were not unscathed. I felt the potential catastrophes around each corner. And in the shadows lurked the great What Ifs. The Could Have Beens packed themselves into each crack of my surface.

We All Bloom When We’re Ready

When my mother died within two months of my daughter’s birth, I knew I had to do something to tie the two events together.

Money Management 101 for College Kids

I graduated high school with a ton of bad advice on establishing a credit rating and almost no concept of financial planning beyond “How to Operate a Savings Account.” I don’t want my kids to do that.

Why Can’t I Be the Favorite Parent?

I know why I’m second best. I know that since I’m the one involved in the daily parenting grind, telling her – make your bed, go brush your teeth, get dressed, STOP jiggling my butt! – I’m the prime target for her frustration and anger. I WANT TO BE THE FAVORITE PARENT!

My Hair Has a Mind of Its Own

My hair became impossibly thick. I started getting teased in grade school as the adorable curls morphed into some curls, some shag carpeting.

Mama, It Is Enough

There is a height chart on the wall reminding me that I didn’t do the “parenting thing” I planned to do.

I Got Divorced and I Have No Regrets

By the time my divorce was over, I didn’t feel the huge sense of loss I expected would come with losing someone in your life in that way.

Premature Anxiety: Out Too Soon

We may have been safe, but we were not unscathed. I felt the potential catastrophes around each corner. And in the shadows lurked the great What Ifs. The Could Have Beens packed themselves into each crack of my surface.