I’m sharing my letter and the names here in hopes that if you read this and you’re going to send a letter of your own to your Congresspeople, you copy it and send it with yours. Let’s flood Congress with the humanity behind these massacres.
I could barely hear her words through the sobs, but I already knew what she was telling me. They were once my words, coming now out of her mouth. “He won’t be here for Christmas.” “My son won’t know his father.” “What am I gonna do?” I tried to answer with support and without crying.
Guest post by Arielle Haughee a double boy-mom who is busting through the forced happiness trap.
I Give Up! It’s not that we want to be messy people, it’s just how our life goes…
It may seem contradictory, a person with a blog titled ‘Zen anything’ admitting to a negative personality, but it’s far more widespread than one might think.
When you’ve found your Zen, you have to hold on to it because there will always be those Zen sneak thieves trying to steal it away.
I could write a book on the many things first-time parents aren’t expecting after they’re done expecting. You anticipate the bulbous bellies, stretch marks, swollen ankles, back pains, ligament pains, everything pains that come packaged with pregnancy. You bite your nails over the anxiety of the impending labor and how excruciating you know it will
Driving my car past my son’s future elementary school the other day, I was reminded of Meet the Teacher night which was coming up. Through my head ran thoughts of my little guy as he tried on his new school uniforms and practiced his Spiderman web shooting in the dressing room at Target. I see
I’m an avid non-recommender of parenting books. I’ve read countless. The Difficult Child, The Explosive Child, The Out-of-Sync Child, How to Raise Boys with ADHD. I can sum them up for you: routine, sticker charts, rewards, and consequences. Here’s the problem our family has had with all of those. Life can’t always follow a routine. Yes,
Is it super lame to begin a piece of writing with…The definition of temper is? Yes? Oh well, I guess I’m lame. I want to write about temper tantrums and surviving them and accepting them as a part of parenting and life and anything involving the human race, and so I decided to look it up.