Recently, a friend of mine has been posting videos of a stray cat that has been coming regularly into her yard. A little history about me: I love animals. I’ve grown to tolerate cats. Something about them has always made my hair stand on end. Maybe it’s the way they quietly creep around a house and pop up behind me on the sofa back with … Continue reading The Stray Cat and My Cold Heart
For many, many years I felt guilty about something. It was a secret that I shared with only my closest friends. The dark secret was this: I didn’t feel comfortable in the role of motherhood. The idea of being a mom scared the woman out of me. This is natural, you may be saying. How about this? Even after I became a mom, I didn’t … Continue reading A Natural Parent.
So, I’m trying to teach my kids how to be entrepreneurs. I want them to understand the benefits and the mindset needed to be independently successful. That being said, I had to teach my daughter to not be nice. Yes, it seems like a direct contradiction to the title of this blog, but here’s why LIFE SKILLS trumped NICE the other day. My daughter is … Continue reading Be a Lady, But Don’t Be Nice
So I wasn’t the only one starting late. My children were born in the age of my confinement, and thus never had the pleasure of travel either. They were getting older, 8 and 11, and my daughter, in particular, was getting itched by the travel bug. “When will we go to California,” she’d ask. “When will we see the big city?” My son was a … Continue reading First Solo Trip with Kids: Washinton D.C.
So we congratulate our children a lot, don’t we? It’s great. There’s always a first this, that, or the other to give them a high five or a hug for. We come from the generation of keep their self-esteem up and make sure they feel pride. When it isn’t overdone, when it’s deserved, it’s a great thing. But what about us, huh? Who’s going to … Continue reading Congratulate Me, Gosh Darn It
Where are your earrings? No necklace? Here we go again… I’m on my way to some family function and my mom points out my lack of detailing. For her, a dress means nothing without jewelry to give it life. Standing before her, I am nothing but an empty shell of a woman who tried to dress up. She’s probably right, I know this. But I … Continue reading That Other Thing That Disappoints My Mother