I asked friends about spray tans and whether or not they would actually work. Would I look good or like an Oompa Loompa? After a lot of quality advice I decided that the spray tan was a go.
Author: Nicole Henry
We live in a fast-paced world where we are expected to do a million different tasks not only quickly, but accurately. We get too little sleep, and have too many responsibilities, and we take far too little time for ourselves. This can leave people feeling overworked, underappreciated, and sometimes even depressed. Since our self care
I am fat. I stand at 5’6 (and ½ )” and weigh anywhere between 230 and 240 pounds. If you want to get technical, and refer to the good ol’ BMI chart, I would fall into the extremely obese range. Is this something I am proud of, no, but is it something that I allow
I am a teacher. This is a label that I wear with pride. I get up every morning and go into work so that I can give my all to the group of young people in my classroom. I am an educator. I teach children about reading, writing, and math. I also teach them about
I have officially been a foster mom for an entire year. In that year I have learned many valuable lessons that I would like to share with you here. In addition, I have included a section written by my 15-year-old foster son. He has been in homes other than mine, and has used his life
I know once you read this Christmas will have passed, Hanukkah will be on the 5th day, and a sense of normalcy will probably have returned to most of your lives. Right now, as I’m writing this, it is December 22nd and holiday fever is everywhere. It’s on TV, in my classroom, in the stores, and
Life, it sure has a way of slapping you in the face on a random Wednesday. Let me set the scene for you. I was a hot mess, lying in bed because I was home sick with a terrible stomach ache, and the phone rang. The number did not look familiar so I ignored it.
I am currently a kindergarten teacher in the room that I went to kindergarten in. Yes, I know that’s a little crazy, but do you want to know what’s even crazier? The teacher who teaches in the room next door to me went to kindergarten in the room she teaches kindergarten in too. No, I
A little over eight months ago I became a foster parent at the age of 28. When I started the fostering process I was nearly positive that I would end up fostering a younger child. A few weeks before submitting my final piece of paperwork I decided I would offer to foster teens as well.