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.
I have been hearing and thinking about Kalisha's wisdom teeth for way too long; I have no wisdom left.
How many times can I write about the endless battle/game/quest to lose weight?
It's clearly not spring yet (as I write this, snow continues to obstruct the view through my office windows), but I've been on a Spring Cleaning Rampage.
Lately, whenever I open the door to go outside, the cold and wind nearly take my breath away. I am so done with winter it's not even funny. I want spring. NOW!
It all began with lemon curd.
I am at a crossroads.
If there was one piece of marital advice I'd want to give you, I still wouldn't.
As I was making a list of items needed on the next shopping trip, I noticed Kalisha's bottle of mouthwash was nearly empty. Her tube of toothpaste had the life squeezed out of it, too.
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.