The 5 Stages of Grief After Finding People on Facebook

I made the mistake of searching for an old friend on Facebook the other day. We’ve all been there.  I mean, you spent four years with these people in high school… where are they now? I went to high school with this person, and that was about 18 years ago, so you gotta figure that since I haven’t heard from her in that long (and vice versa), we weren’t that close.  But her name popped in my head, and I was just wondering what had become of her!  I had some time to kill while dinner was cooking.  Nothing like avoiding doing something actually practical, right? To my amazement, I found her pretty quickly!  She was married with kids… pretty normal fare. But then I recognized one of her friends.  And then another.  I noticed that she was still friends with people from high school. As in she was still friends with almost everybody we knew in high school. ...more
Facebook can be a "can of worms," both positive and negative. Truth be told, high school wasn't ... more

Surviving the NICU: My Story

I've experienced nothing more helplessly frightening than giving birth to premature infants. I felt like I held my breath from the moment I rolled into the operating room until the moment we drove away from the NICU with three occupied car seats (honestly, I didn't let go of that breath for a long time after that). Trust is something that's normally earned, but with premature birth, trust becomes an instant requirement. ...more
Thank you for sharing your tips. When my baby was in the nicu, I couldn't find many tips for ... more

Why I Didn't Tell My Daughter About Newtown

I spent Friday, as many of you did, alternating between crying and hitting refresh on my web browser. Had I a different job, I might not have known about the Newtown shooting as early as I did. Had I been a different person, I might have monitored it less frequently, only seeing what absolutely had to be seen in order to update BlogHer News editor Grace Hwang Lynch's heartfelt first response on BlogHer while she was on the road. And had I been a different person, I might have told my eight-year-old daughter what happened....more
Update from cooking mom: the week has passed and some how my kids don't seem to know. We talk ... more

Why I Didn't Tell My Daughter About Newtown

I spent Friday, as many of you did, alternating between crying and hitting refresh on my web browser. Had I a different job, I might not have known about the Newtown shooting as early as I did. Had I been a different person, I might have monitored it less frequently, only seeing what absolutely had to be seen in order to update BlogHer News editor Grace Hwang Lynch's heartfelt first response on BlogHer while she was on the road. And had I been a different person, I might have told my eight-year-old daughter what happened....more
I really appreciate you posting this perspective because I have taken a similar route. My kids ... more