All the time, just the same

Sometimes, the hardest part is just beginning. Just deciding to start and deal with the hurdles as you go. Because you may not even know what they are if you never start. But being brave all the time is exhausting … Continue reading → ...more

Getting my kid off the couch

Editor’s note: This post originally appeared on, a social networking site for women in Colorado. Let me start with this: My son makes my world go round. He is my first born, my only boy and my fiercest protector. … Continue reading → ...more

Guest post: It’s my fault what’s happening to my daughter

Editor’s note: This is a guest post from a woman I know, who needed to write and needed to do so without attaching her name to it. She asked me if I’d publish it. While the journalist in me says … Continue reading → ...more

Why stepping on the scale might be for mad women

Dear Body Weight, I don’t understand you. I don’t understand anything about you. Sometimes, I don’t even like you. I don’t like the way your numbers look when I step on the scale. I don’t like the way the old … Continue reading → ...more

I can only imagine

There is this couple, back home, who used to be my friends. They used to be our friends really, but when my marriage split up, they went with him. So it goes. One of the (many) lessons I’ve learned in … Continue reading → ...more

Older than we ever thought we’d be

Today is my little sister’s birthday. She is not so little anymore, which makes me really not so little. Today, she is 29, and I’m old. Older than I’ve ever been. A mom of a 7-1/2-year-old and a 3-1/2-year-old, a … Continue reading → ...more

This thing my mom discovered long ago: online shopping

This is sponsored content from BlogHer and P&G. I remember the year my mom did all of her Christmas shopping online. I was in college, so it was long ago (longer ago than I care to pinpoint here. Ahem). But … Continue reading → ...more

At least that’s how I remember it

I read a book when I was a kid called “Homecoming.” The main character’s name was Dicey and she was just a kid, but a grown-up kid and the book was long and paperback and had reeds and water on … Continue reading → ...more

Ballots that will count for nothing

Today is a presidential election, a day so ingrained as important in my mind that I get excited just thinking about it. You’d think a girl who gets so into a presidential race – any presidential race – would have … Continue reading → ...more

Sort of a big deal

His teacher handed me the note at our conference last week, saying it was a surprise for Rye. Well, 7-year-old, nothing-gets-past-him Rye was with me, with us, and when our little family got to the car, he wanted to open … Continue reading → ...more