Ah, the great debate that most women will face at some point in their lives...to conceive or not to conceive, that is the question.  If only it was just that easy.  You can make the decision to conceive, that's all well and good.  You can do all the right things like track your basal body temperature every morning, take pre natal vitamins, have sex on all the right days, drink your weight in decaffeinated green tea, do headstands after the deed to plant the seed, and have the nastiest break up with coffee ever (farewell, my love).  But if the stars don't align just right, you've mi

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Lyrics and music by Catherine
Scholz, ©2008

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I found myself looking longingly at wedding rings the other day.  I gazed through the brightly lit jewelry case to all those well lit diamonds and platinum settings.  In my day when I actually had a brief reason to look they were gold, yellow gold as it is called today.  Now its more fashionable to be white gold or the more expensive platinum. 

I'm not sure how much you know about pumpkins but I think everyone should know just a few pieces of useless information. I can't think of a better topic than pumpkins, can you?

If you're really getting into this Month of Pumpkins thing and would like to come to Illinois and visit the pumpkin capital, I'll go with you. It's not all that far from my home. I know this because I have read every word on this Pumpkin Patch page.

At 22 months the girl has already accomplished something I have not. Today she ran a race to support one of her playmates who has leukemia. To be more precise, Juvenile Myelomonocytic Leukemia (JMML).
I cannot tell you how proud I am of her and how meaningful the event was. To read full post, please visit my blog at http://4everamommy.blogspot.com

     My days as a housewife has been one of love, chaos, and craziness.  To say the least being a stay at home mom is never boring its the adventure of a lifetime.  I feel like I am in the army I do more by 5am than most do all day.  My husband works a fulltime job, my 5 years old is in kindergarten, my  2 years old receives speech therapy and my 3 years old will soon be venturing off to pre- kindergarten.  Okay, its not like I am jumping from a plane,  but I am in a war.

The first thrill I ever felt as a writer was in the early 80’s.

Mom was turning 50 years old and, in honor of her birthday, I wrote her a poem. Signed and framed, I presented it as her birthday gift. In true Mom form, she gushed appreciatively.

I showed the poem to some of my office pals and they liked it so much that several of them asked it they could use it for their own mothers. Flattered, I happily distributed my little work, going so far as to tweak the others to make them more personal.

October is Breast Cancer Awareness month; you can work to reduce your risk by eating right, exercising regularly, and having a mammogram.  You can also help fund a cure by shopping for products that support breast cancer research.  Here are five picks; some portion of the sale price of each goes to the Susan G. Komen foundation and other parner organizations working to end breast cancer.

The roles assigned to mother and son in Seth Michelson's Fragments
trouble me. He gives us a saintly son who clings to his mother's legs
"even when kicked and cursed and kicked . . . knowing only to forgive"
and a terribly violent mother who screams to a degree unwarranted by
the child's (probably) accidental dropping of a gravy boat and then
kicks him when she is really raging against something else, some idea
of mortality and Malthusian evolution that the poet evokes (not