In an age of digital EVERYTHING, I go back to old-school ways to do some of my best parenting.
Dear Mother Nature,
All right, lady. We need to talk.
It began on Friday. A siege on my sinuses. It blossomed into a fairly nasty head cold. By Monday I was in the raw nose and chapped lips phase of my recovery.
Many people have asked me how long it took to write the book about Kalisha.
It happened. Again. It snowed and the schools closed. Again. Deep breath in. I calmly reached over and grabbed a can, cracked it open, and took a long draw on it. Yes, that was better.
An interesting thing has happened in our home recently. We decided to cut the cable cord (well, I didn't use actual scissors!) and go to online streaming for our television viewing.
Today my oldest got her first set of orthodontic appliances. She’s fully loaded with two palatal expanders.
It was early in our marriage, we were in our first home, had two little ones and one income when one February day I told my husband to please not send me roses on Valentine's Day.
As nearly everyone knows, Kalisha is a techie kind of girl.