I love people watching everywhere I go. I have found myself taking pictures of parents cheering for their children at sports events or acting as jungle gyms for their bored younger children while we sit as spectators in the stands.

After two years and my kids and I fully vaccinated, Covid entered our home in early January 2022. I tested positive and immediately quarantined in my room, hoping my kids didn’t get it.

I swore I would never push my kids into any sport, and definitely not into cheerleading.  

A few weeks ago, my husband became a hot topic in a Facebook group whose sole purpose is to roast one another.

How many parents dream of their children becoming doctors, lawyers, or engineers? Probably the majority. Sometimes the dreams of the parents discourage the dreams of the children.  

As 2021 rolls to a close, I can’t help but reminisce about this past year. The victories and losses. The plot twists and happy surprises. Hard conversations and joyful banter.  

I honestly did not think I’d successfully pull off Christmas. As the days wound down, I found my brain to be a pile of mush. I can be forgetful and disorganized as it is, but I was flat out forgetting where I’d stashed something I’d purchased just days before.

Christmastime is here! Bring on the spiked eggnog, the ungodly amount of inflatables and the holiday cheer! 

For many people there is a lot of pressure during the holiday season, but we all know that even under the best circumstances, the holidays come with stress, some discomfort and the occasional unnecessary drama.   

Recently there was a billboard along 83 that read: “OOPS” that had the O’s as wedding rings with John Carpenter’s law office info on it.

Having to show up for life and kids can be an exhausting process.

We are in the middle of the holy trinity of “food” holidays, with probably the biggest one this week – Thanksgiving. Halloween candy, Thanksgiving abundance and Christmas cookies can be a lot of fun. But they can also bring on a lot of stress. 

I nursed Coraline until she was two years and seven months old. I never planned to go so long, but I guess I am much more of a hippie parent than I even realized. 

As we drove to trunk-or-treat at my daughters’ school, we passed a house festively decorated with multi-colored lights and a red-and-green light-up candle in the window. 

The acronym ADHD, short for Attention-Deficit/Hyperactivity Disorder, has become part of the lexicon, but many people are still in the dark what it actually entails.