How much are you already failing at school? I'm at about a 60 percent these day. But have faith, I'll be pulling 20 percent in no time.
Last night, when I inquired about homework, my son quickly said he didn't have any and tried to hide his homework folder so I couldn't look inside. Naturally, this rang alarm bells.
I have a wonderful opportunity next week to speak to a group of mostly retired women and some men.
Yesterday I was called in for jury duty. I fully expected to not be seated and had a full day planned.
Five. My son scored five times at his first soccer practice. Is this a humblebrag? Nope, it’s a run-of-the-mill brag.
I have been repeatedly challenged on Facebook to name 10 books that have stayed with me over the years.
It was an endless wait in a doctor’s office, one that ended up taking us hours upon hours before the night was over. I was tired, cranky and hungry.
With last week's starting of school, my family has had to re-jigger our mornings so that everyone gets to where they need to be by the ungodly hour when the sun just begins to rise.
Moms, can't live without 'em, can't understand what the hell they really want.
I have made the difficult decision to discontinue writing posts for this blog, Not Different Enough. It is due to a combination of several things; the biggest one being relativity.