You’ve heard the maxim: Dress for the job you want.
As my children get older, it's getting harder to figure out how much freedom they should have to be out of my sight.
Spring has only just arrived (FINALLY) and I'm already experiencing pings of anxiety as I consider just how quickly our summer days will slip away!
There are times my job overwhelms me, with the unpredictability, the late-night hours, the early start time, the heavy work load, the constant pulling at me in so many directions I often can't see
Kalisha packs her lunch on Monday evening to take with her on Tuesday when she volunteers in the kindergarten room at Holy Cross Lutheran School.
Last night, my daughter decided to go on a trip down memory lane.
Hi, my name is Nicole, and I’m a pee-pee dancer.
Are you tired of hearing about Kalisha and her work experiences ? You should probably get used to it, becuase I'm pretty sure there will be many more before the summer is over.
Back in the 1970s, when hippies reigned and Marlo Thomas and her friends sang about being "Free to Be You and Me," it was unheard of for a boy to play with a doll (G.I.
Because being a mother means reading some incredibly crappy/interminably long/devilishly irritating kiddie books over, and over and over again, I dreamed up something I call the