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.
Every now and then I get a glimpse that I am not alone in our fight here behind our front door, and it selfishly feels good and is freeing. Then I get a little sad, because I realize someone
Last Friday when Kalisha returned from cooking class, she wanted to immediately get on the bus and go to Target. I know this girl so well: "What do you need at Target?"
In terms of parenthood, I do believe that both mother and father were created equal. Whether that stays so is a matter of personal record.
My favorite place this not-so-warm summer has been on our back porch, which was built onto the side of our house as an apparent afterthought.
I have NO idea where my kids are.
We've said good-bye to both of our dogs over the last two years. It's been bitterly hard to say that final farewell; they were lovely, wonderful family members.
Every Fourth of July used to be spent at the lake where my mother-in-law, Verona, and her husband, Red, live.
“Get a room.” My teen looked over at us with annoyance and a bit of frustration. I grinned at her and planted another big one on my husband and pulled him in closer to me in defiance.