Yesterday was my youngest’s fourth birthday.* She is my baby in the sense that she is at the end of the family, but I don’t tend to think of her that way because they are all my babies. But yesterday I felt the sting that my “baby” is growing up. Summer at our house...
The latest issue of MOPS International’s Hello Dearest magazine arrived in my mailbox yesterday. And tucked among the articles on friendship was one I wrote for moms of older kids on sibling relationships titled Summer is Sibling Time. Because longer days and...
I love a good deal. And I really love a free deal. And I really, really love moms. And Mother’s Day is THIS Sunday! That said, I’m happy to be joining a whole bunch of other writer-types who also love moms in the Mother of all Mother’s Day Giveaways hosted by Grace...
I put on the sweatshirt this morning. The one I was wearing a week ago. I haven’t worn it since last Friday and when I pulled it out of my closet today and over my head, I hoped to claim a new day for it. It’s grey and has a cowl neck (that’s a thing right?) and I...
All around me there is evidence I have four children. In my house. My car. My garage. Even the stains on my clothes reveal motherhood. Depending on the day, my inner pendulum swings between embracing the mess and resenting every crumb maker in my family. Yesterday I...
I’m a sucker for a party with a theme. Since Valentine’s Day is one big red and white, heart-themed event, I’m at risk for going into a dangerous Pinterest fury. Like all of the other wonderful holidays, this one has fallen to the marketing machine where we could each...
