If you could be any superhero, who would you be? I always pick Elastigirl. I’m just sick of getting up, I suppose.
Several weeks ago, I wrote about Kalisha dropping her iPhone 5 when she didn't have a cover on it. She had never dropped any of her phones; not in the toilet, not at the park, not anywhere.
When you hear "I hate you," remember it means "I love you." It's hard in the moment, when your teen is screaming it in your face, or when they leave huge red marker notes that scream the fact you'v
Sadly, this will be my last post here. To get you up to speed, my family recently moved to be closer to our families.
We discussed having five children once upon a time. I attribute that to the baby mania that closely followed the birth of our fourth.
I’m in a complicated relationship with social media. The upsides are many, beginning with simply having the opportunity to experience more community.
My son, though 10 years old, has terrible night terrors, and just the act of going into his room to go to bed frightens him. He wants nothing to do with his room.
Mother Nature hates us. She does. I swear it. She's got it in for us all. There's no way I'll believe anything else.
So we were one of the 11,000 folks without power after Wednesday's storm, and you'd think we'd been thrown to the wolves, given my children's reactions.
Sometimes the best conversation as an adult can come from the most unlikely source: a kid. My niece is 8 ... or 9. Hmm. I can't remember. Either way, as they say, she's going on 30.