Love More, Judge Less
I thought being a multi-sport child and DI college athlete would make me a fairly knowledgeable sports parent. I’m sure my memory of childhood sports 30+ years ago is a little rose-colored, but I’m startled about how much kids’ sports has changed, and how much trouble I’m having navigating these waters as I’m trying to
I can be an intensely private person with an overwhelming number of stressors to juggle. Sometimes its easier for me to gloss over my life in conversation with others than to try and find the words to describe the convoluted web I find myself in. If you found yourself nodding or otherwise relating to the
As a mom, I can get caught up in the hustle and bustle of managing all of the things, and not pay attention to the really important things. I am fortunate to be coming off of two months “work-free” spent at home with my two boys. Do not get me wrong, you can be fortunate
In early June, deep into the end of school craziness, a particularly busy weekend of seemingly endless sports culminated in a final Sunday softball game, under the lights in our town’s fancy stadium, starting at 6:30pm. Games under the lights are always a lot of fun. My daughter begged to pitch and was given her
Happiness. This is what I see when I look at this photo. Not crazy happy like everything is perfect, far from it, but we are happy. For this one moment in time, I see smiles, silliness, love and summer. We are all together and it’s my happiness. This weekend is always an emotional one for
Today, September 1st, is the 8th anniversary of our website. To mark this special occasion we want to share a few things with our dear readers. Thank you so much for coming back and reading our stuff. Because of you, our website had over 120,000 hits over the past year. We put out hundreds of
I may have the closest watched breasts in town. I have dense breasts with cysts and microcalcifications. It sounds way more dramatic than it actually is—the largest cyst measures less than one centimeter in diameter. My mammograms are accompanied by ultrasounds and occur every six months because radiologists cannot always see my cysts through dense
My first-born, Emily, stood in the doorway of the bedroom in pink pyjamas, fresh from her bath and regarding her three-day old sister, lying rosily on her changing mat and sucking her fist furiously, with great suspicion. “The thing is”, she said to me in a steely voice, “the thing is, I have to decide
Time is a rare gift for any working mom. Where do we find the time to work, take care of our children, shop, cook, clean? As a full-time high school English teacher and single mom of a child with an intellectual disability and autism, I simply don’t have the time to take care of myself.
Mark and I were newlyweds the morning we packed up the tiny apartment where we’d been “living in sin,” as one relative enjoyed addressing his mail to us. Mark finished loading the car while I lugged out the last bag of trash. Propped on the side of the communal dumpster was a little heart-shaped key
