I Want to Be My Teen’s Friend, but First I Have to Be His Mother
He’s 13. I could stop there, and most parents would simply shake their heads, give me a look of sympathy,…
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He’s 13. I could stop there, and most parents would simply shake their heads, give me a look of sympathy,…
Continue ReadingEarly this morning, I told (yelled is more accurate) my sons to get up with the same furious ferocity I…
Continue ReadingI used my Grandma Wadlow’s dishes this Thanksgiving. I was always too nervous to use them before. I have used…
Continue ReadingAs my sons’ dad and I sat across from each other in our first parent-teacher conference of the day, the…
Continue ReadingI decorate for Christmas a little earlier every year for several reasons. One, my birthday falls in early December, and…
Continue ReadingThese past few weeks have hit my family hard in a variety of ways. My marriage is going through a…
Continue ReadingThis was a rough morning. I mean rough. I was fighting with my husband . . . again. Late for…
Continue ReadingThis baby girl. I shouldn’t love her like I do. But, I do. She’s not mine. Yet, I feel like…
Continue ReadingA mother is an earthly angel, acquiring a new set of wings with each precious baby she brings forth into…
Continue ReadingAnother quiet Saturday morning. The week flew by in a haze of kids’ sports practices, basketball games, last-minute grocery store…
Continue ReadingLast night, I sat on my youngest son's messy bed, and we said our nightly prayers. I went first, as…
Continue ReadingDoes she know the many tears I've cried, missing her so much it hurts deep down to the base of…
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