Wow — I never thought I'd get such a great response to last week's blog about my tantrum child.
My once-loving son has turned into the Incredible Hulk. For the past couple of months. he freaks out, screaming, hitting, kicking — even spitting.
Boy, am I ready for spring. Can I get an "amen"? With a snowstorm forecast for tonight, I am not looking forward to a school delay or snow day tomorrow. I've got work to do!
Today being Valentine's Day, I'd like to to offer up a few gifts for my family. Sure, my kids drive me bananas sometimes, but they've also made me a better person, as has my dear husband.
Ya know, it just figures.
I took a good long look in the mirror the other day and thought, I ain't gettin' any younger. Those white hairs and crow's feet are tell-tale signs that the bloom of youth has withered.
As my two children grow into themselves, I've noticed something that's probably glaringly obvious to others: my children have a relationship with each other that's wholly unconnected to their dad a
I didn't used to be one for keeping New Year's resolutions. Sure, I made them, but as with most of us, they fell by the wayside after a few days.
It's happened again: schoolchildren shot down in a place they should feel safe.
One of my favorite things to do during the holidays is to make cookies. I'm not some cookie queen, able to churn out dozens of intricate, hand-cut shapes.