Why kids need fathers

When I was little, my dad worked a lot. Because his office was in our house, there were some nights when the work seemed to have no stopping hours. But my dad also knew he was missing out on us growing up, so he made it a point to fit time into his work schedule that included us kids. He’d set us up at the table so we could help him with some of the busy work....more

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Mommy's World

Although the Spanish phrase, “Mi Casa es Su Casa” sounds melodious and is nice in theory, I now realize it is not a philosophy I would recommend to the faint of heart.  My daughter’s air conditioner system broke down this week – just in time for our 90 degree heat wave! The phone rang and the voice pleaded, “Can we stay over?”...more

Academic Juggernaut

by Lianne Castelino www.whereparentstalk.com Alert, alert.  There seems to be an increasing number of people on the planet Earth, many of them wielding significant decision-making power, who are completely out of touch with reality. News bulletin  Many of them work in the education system. ...more

Brought to tears by a lawnmower

If a woman said she received a lawn mower as a gift and it made her cry, most people would assume the tears were because she felt it was impersonal or she loathed practical gifts. The thing is, this particular woman (me) happens to love practical gifts, and she knew the people who gave it (my parents) did so out of a simple desire to help. The baffling part was my tears....more

Leaps..Where to Go to College Unveils Emotions

When my mother called me to her bedroom that night, I knew it was serious. There were six children in our home. My parents had the upstairs master bedroom with a private bath off it. No child ever entered either without permission.I had been at school all day-- a girls Catholic institution across town. At 3:00, I had traveled back to a job answering the switchboard at a neighborhood seminary. By the time I had arrived home, all I wanted was to eat the dinner my mother had left wrapped in the oven, and to study for my French exam. Then I heard my name, and I went up....more

Don't Be the Judge

by Lianne Castelino www.whereparentstalk.com We all do it.  It happens all the time.  It is just so wrong. Yesterday, I had the honour of meeting a family who encounters this wrong on a regular basis.  A wrong that is akin to a stake to the heart and hard slap to the face -- every single time. ...more

Is That You, Dad?

"Hi! It's Dad," said the warm, senior voice on the other end of the line.And just for a tiny second, I pretended that he really was my dad, just calling to check in and say hi.  What a sweetheart, I thought; he sounded really glad to hear my voice. Maybe he wanted to make dinner plans or ask me how I was doing during these last few days of the school year.  Maybe he was just calling to tell me he loved me, or to ask what I've been up to lately.  ...more
@victorias_view My stepmother deleted everything the day after Dad died. I'd be only to happy to ...more

All Alone (Part 1)

It's storming outside tonight. Again.I'm craving sunshine. Yes. This rain-loving, born-in-San-Diegan wants warmth from the sun and natural, bright light.But, it is still May. One more day anyhow. And another shower can't be bad for the rainforest that surrounds us here. So, I'll just write about last night. When it wasn't raining. When it was surprisingly cold out and the sun was setting beyond the forest's edge.~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~...more

Toy Packaging Be Damned!

I often dread buying my children new toys.  This is especially true around Christmas when Santa is nice enough to deliver all the toys on the huge wish list that each of them so diligently and enthusiastically wrote up.  As I get ready to open the toys, I remind myself to take the proverbial chill pill,  and I try to focus on the happiness my kids will feel when they finally get to touch their new toys....more
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