
Only Eighteen Christmases
Eighteen gets to be a gut-wrenchingly small number when you realize that’s the number of times you have to make significant memories with your kids.
Eighteen gets to be a gut-wrenchingly small number when you realize that’s the number of times you have to make significant memories with your 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.
If your daughter is heading to college next fall, you’re probably in the same place I was last year. It was my daughter’s last summer before college.
rather than dwell on the growing pains of change in our relationship, I prefer to celebrate the positive side of being a parent to my adult kids. And there are so many reasons why…
Before the kids have moved out completely, I’ve decided to try to start preparing for an empty nest – when it’s just my husband and me at home.
The great big book of parenting (which none of us actually receives) never warned me of the absolute fear I would have of an empty nest.
Jonathan, my middle child, graduated from high school this month. Like millions of
Eighteen gets to be a gut-wrenchingly small number when you realize that’s the number of times you have to make significant memories with your 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.
If your daughter is heading to college next fall, you’re probably in the same place I was last year. It was my daughter’s last summer before college.
rather than dwell on the growing pains of change in our relationship, I prefer to celebrate the positive side of being a parent to my adult kids. And there are so many reasons why…
Before the kids have moved out completely, I’ve decided to try to start preparing for an empty nest – when it’s just my husband and me at home.
The great big book of parenting (which none of us actually receives) never warned me of the absolute fear I would have of an empty nest.
Jonathan, my middle child, graduated from high school this month. Like millions of