My daughter is a feisty, fervent 9-year-old. An astrologist friend calls her a true Scorpio. I mostly call her bluff. A few months ago Claire cut off her bangs. Bangs she had been trying to grow out. I thought we’d already dealt with the we-don’t-shear-off-hair
There’s a little slice of paradise the exists within the walls of my home. It’s not known about by the others who live here… it’s existence is disguised as an ordinary bathroom. Not very large but cozy and cute (it has a beachy-theme going
Thank you to the family history site Crestleaf for contributing this blog post. Find more fascinating historical information on their blog. When most people think about great inventors they likely think of men such as Thomas Edison, Alexander Graham Bell and even Bill Gates. Though
By Lynn Adams for Brain, Child: The Magazine for Thinking Mothers My children have shut me out of their closed relationship, and that’s a wonderful thing. It began during a friend’s visit, in the playroom with my newborn daughter and two-year-old son. The friend had
Over 20 years ago, when I was a new parent with my baby in my arms, I looked across the street into the dining room window of my neighbor’s house. Every evening, there was a candle lit, and I could see the adults at
I got married back in November, after knowing my husband for 7 years. He is my best friend, my soul partner, my rock, my clown, all of those good things. And we often don’t sleep together. “Gasp! What?! You don’t sleep together?! Doomed for
I say that motherhood is hard. I say it a lot. Especially when I write. Sometimes I feel self-conscious about this. I don’t want people to read what I write and come away with the impression that I define motherhood as hard. I don’t.
I see you storming out of Target, carrying your crying boy while another three kids, under the age of seven, scurry after you across the parking lot. I see you without a cart, without any bags. I see the red-hot anger in your face
By Heather Cori Rader “Mom, why don’t people love the Earf?” asks my son, Jamin. He holds a bag bulging with the trash that he and his dad have picked up from our street. “Because we don’t teach our children about reverence,” I reply.
I recently had to return to work full-time after seven years at home with my three children. I knew going back would be a challenge on many levels, but I also knew that I was well fortified. I have family and friends to support