Snapchat is one of the most popular messaging apps for teens. And if by "messaging apps" you think I mean ways to send someone a quick note like I'll be home late or Do you need anything from the store? or Dearest mother, let me remind you how much I love thee, then you'd be sadly mistaken.Read More
I never set out to be a homeschooler.
In fact, the few experiences I'd had with homeschoolers prior to becoming a homeschooling parent myself were a little, how shall I say it? Odd.Read More
On my workout playlist is a song that has the power to bring tears to my eyes as soon as I hear its first driving beats. Maybe I'm a little silly. It's amazing how your mind can wander during a half-hour on the stationary bike or treadmill.Read More
I had a lot of responses to a post I wrote called Is the Internet Making Us Mean? While discussing the topic with my husband later, we came to a conclusion--ironically, while watching "Survivor"--that it's not just a social media problem...it's basic manners in general. Behaviors we were taught as a matter of course when we were young seem absent today.
Rather than lament "this younger generation," though, it brought to mind some of the little sayings and lessons I grew up with--ones I hope I've passed on to my own kids. Most of these were caught, rather than taught.Read More
So I finally went to see Moms' Night Out last night!
I'd heard about the movie from social media and friends who'd raved about this family-friendly offering.Read More
I remember when my mom was pushing 50 and she'd mention something about being "middle-aged." To which I would smart-aleckly reply something like, Was she planning on living to 100? (Sorry, Mom.)
Merriam-Webster defines middle age as "that period of life from about 45 to 64." Since it's a dictionary, I'm going to believe this. And it may or may not have something to do with the fact that I find myself now squarely in my mid-40s and everything to do with the fact that, like many things in life, my mom was right and I was wrong.Read More
We read the studies, see the exposés on the portrayal of women in the media—the dehumanization, the surgically altered yet anorexic models held up as ideal images for our girls—and we get angry. Angry at the media, angry at society with its ridiculous expectations, angry at unattainable standards which cause our girls to doubt themselves and question their worth. Angry when a 10-year-old pinches the inside of her tiny thigh and announces she’s “fat.”
But what if the problem isn’t only the media, what if it’s… us?
Yes—us. You and me. The women in their lives.Read More
I remember a time when, if you wanted to confront someone, you either had to handwrite it in a letter, say it on the phone, or (gasp) say it to their face.
If you're on the interwebs ever, then it's no surprise that many social niceties, such as please and thank you seem to becoming less and less common.Read More
Our oldest child left home yesterday.
Yes, we've said goodbye to him for college (which was hard) and then Air Force basic training shortly after he was married to our wonderful daughter-in law last summer. He really hasn't been home home for a long time.
But this has an air of finality that we've never felt before. We're done with actively parenting this son.Read More
I've worked from home for several year now and I've learned so much--not only professionally, but about myself, setting limits, and much much more.Read More
I came to Irish Dance reluctantly. I've been a sports mom for 18 of the past 22 years. Put me by a baseball diamond or a soccer field with my fold-up chair, lap blanket, and travel mug of coffee, and I'm right at home.Read More