The Parade

I see it coming—the end of the road. Parenting starts off where it’s you and your spouse, perhaps a few friends and maybe your parents huddled together, adoring this new little person that has the audacity to take what it wants when it wants and you’re all just marching to the beat of your own […]

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Holiday Cool Points

Middle school years were awkward, painful, and uncomfortable. If anyone regales you with tales of fun times and worthwhile memories during those excruciatingly acne-prone years, then they’re lying. Or they were raised on a remote island and their only friends were covered in fur, which would make acne a moot point. Fads come and go […]

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Trail Mix

In my younger days when I had only one child on my hip, I was an expert on parenting. There were only good and bad parents and I was, of course, in the first group. Always. Now I have four under the age of 16 which inducts me into the “hanging on by a thread” […]

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Hit the road, Jack

I am not an expert at many tasks. My desk is in constant clutter, my fashion sense leaves much to be desired, and my ability to decorate cakes is on par with a 7-year-old. But traveling with children? Solo? For thousands of miles? For a month? I’ve got you covered, baby. Just call me the […]

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Magical, shmagical

I don’t know what it is about the last two decades in American parenthood but someone needs to raise the white flag and it might as well be me. Part of the problem might be the prominence of social media or the persistent need to document every single thing a child does but man it’s […]

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Top ten ways to be a miserable mother

I know. Quite the ironic title for a “Mother’s Day” post. Mother’s Day is about honoring the women in our lives who have mentored, guided, raised and loved us. I have many, many women whom, without them, I would be less intelligent, compassionate, kind, efficient and aware of my blessings. But while we are honoring […]

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How to Birthday

Once a year, we humans find a reason to celebrate the simple fact that we showed up. And we don’t just celebrate—we do it with a capital C, sprinkle it with a pound of hand-cut confetti and Instagram/Facebook it all up in yo’ face. When our oldest (hereafter called “Test Kid”) was little, I admit […]

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Who’s the teacher here?

Most days I forget how the world sees my daughter: a cute twelve-year-old who walks with a strange gait, who most-often is drooling and who uses a communication device to speak. I forget that she resembles a broken marionette that has snipped her strings and says so much with a smile. Yes, she is beautiful […]

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Trailer parks and tears

For much of my adolescent years I resided in a trailer park with a “Dallas” theme—the soap opera, not the state. We lived on J.R. Drive and the streets surrounding ours were: Knot’s Landing, Ewing Drive and Cattleman’s Circle. The south embraces themes, y’all. Seriously though, I would give anything to have been at the […]

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