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
Everyone but me flew the coop for Spring Break.
Wednesday was the first day of another job for Kalisha; another day of being excited and nervous and almost giddy. That would apply to Kalisha AND me, except for the giddy part.
When I first got a van, I withered inside and whined.
It doesn’t matter who goes first or last or in the middle. Everyone is getting dessert; everyone has to brush their teeth. Unless you’re a kid. Then it matters very much.
While it feels like all the world left to go to beautiful, warm locations for spring break, I know the reality is that a whole lot of folks are like me and stuck around home for the cold snow, the