When I was young, I remember wondering what kind of a mom would I be when I grew up. The kind that cuts the crusts off the sandwiches for her kids when she packs their lunches every day for school. Uh well... The kind that is super organized and has one of those dry erase... Continue Reading →
No More Chubby Fingers Waving Good-Bye
When you're the parent who usually leaves first for work in the morning, tears and whining tend to come with the territory when your kids are little. As they get older, you find the tears turn to bemoaning and sheer lack of motivation to move. Every now and then, I would leave my youngest sleeping... Continue Reading →
10 Life Lessons from an Ordinary Working Mom Living in the Midwest
So this week, I turn 39. When I was younger, I believed anyone over the age of 30 was old. As a teenager, I hoped to accomplish so much by the time I finished my 20s. Now that I'm nearly 40, I keep trying to tell myself that I'm only as old as I feel and... Continue Reading →
A Letter to my Youngest Son as his Big Brother goes off to Kindergarten
When you became more than an idea to your father and me, we knew our family was starting to heal and move forward after losing the older brother you never met. But little did we know, fast forwarding four years that we would have to watch you stand at the door as your six-year-old brother... Continue Reading →