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A Letter to My Oldest Before He Becomes a Teenager
To my first baby,
In just a couple of weeks, you are turning twelve. It’s the last year before you become a teenager.
You have walked through a challenging year with the divorce of your dad...
Just Me and My Three Do Disney in One Day
“Mama, you’re so crazy!” one of my 7-year-olds exclaimed when I told my three kids I was taking them to Disney for one day by myself. Maybe I was crazy to attempt a big...
I’m Thankful My Marriage Fell Apart
When I got married, I was apprehensive, but I never thought I’d actually ever get divorced. There were always issues, but there was never anything that couldn’t get swept under the rug until the...
Lessons Learned From My Patients
May is Speech-Language-Hearing Month. I've been a speech-language pathologist (SLP) for ten years and always believed that my patients are my greatest teachers. Recently, though, I learned how much this work has changed my...
The Divorced Mom’s Diary: Dating Post-Divorce
When my ex-husband and I decided to get divorced, dating was the last thing on my mind. I pretty much swore I wouldn’t be interested in letting a man get that close to me...
Sweet Potatoes: The Unsung Heroes of My Kitchen
When someone asks me what my favorite food is, they are usually surprised by my answer: Sweet potatoes. It sounds random, but since I’ve systematically been reducing the amount of animal products I consume...
“Nesting” During Divorce: What Is It and Is It Right for Your Family?
I haven't exactly been quiet the past few months about getting divorced last year. It was initially challenging to discuss in a forum as public as this one, but now that I'm moving out...
My First Holiday as a Single Parent
It had all been theory until now: Spending the holidays with only my kids and me. When we decided to separate just after Christmas last year, we devised a plan for the time we...
The Perfect Family
I’ve been repeatedly told that someone thought we had the “perfect family.” Or that my children looked so “well behaved.” Or they didn’t know how I seemed to “do it all” and keep it...
Baking Bread and Finding Myself Again
Few smells remind me of my childhood more than freshly made bread.
For the first few years of my life, my mom stayed at home with us. She cooked everything we ate, made our clothes...