Love More, Judge Less
When I received the late night call that my mother had passed, I was a mess. I felt guilty that I did not jump in the car the moment her nurse told me she was failing. Had I done so, I might have gotten there in time. I felt terrible that she died alone. During the
How do you know when you love someone? That is the question I decided to ask my seven-year-old last Friday night because I was curious what he would say. It had been a long week. Too long. I was exhausted. As we ate our dinner, my son hummed contently “I’ve Got a Golden Ticket” from
It was an interesting week to reflect on parenting concerns when it comes to helping your child succeed. I had just finished Michele Obama’s autobiography, Becoming on the same day that news broke of the college admissions scandal. Becoming is absolutely amazing, by the way, and I hope people read it even if they aren’t
For the past year or so, my husband and I have tried to find an activity that can hold my five year old son’s interest and attention. We have tried several sports, martial arts, and offered music, theater, and art lessons, but nothing seemed to stick. That is, until he was introduced to Capoeira, a
Several months ago, our eleven-year-old suddenly morphed from a little kid into a tweenager. This (literal and figurative) development thrilled Lili and terrified us. Shortly thereafter, we discovered that my clothes and shoes fit her, another milestone which delighted her but struck fear into my heart. Lil now calls everyone “bruh” and does a
Some of you have been on this journey with me since my mother’s first Thanksgiving after moving into a nursing home. Some much longer, some shorter. It seems only fitting to share the end of her story. At the end of January, we learned that my mother’s health was declining and that she had, maybe, up
Holy crap, winter is so hard for me. I need sun and warmth and LIGHT. I need to be outside. I need to be wearing flip flops. I need the beach. Winter has been more and more difficult for me to manage as I’ve aged but I’m working on it. I’ve been trying new routines,
I have two children. They are ten and a half years apart in age. It used to surprise me how often people commented on my sons’ age gap, but now I am used to it. When I wait for my younger son at a birthday party, karate practice, after school pick-up, or some other school-related
14 years ago I started on a health and wellness journey that I am just now really coming to understand and embrace. I had open gastric bypass surgery (simply, a small pouch was created from my stomach which was then connected directly to my small intestine.) The surgery was done because of a number of
Last night, I did what thousands of parents do every night on their way home from work: I stopped at the grocery store to pick up dinner. Although I try and plan out our dinners and shop on the weekends (as I detest trying to figure out what to make every night) I found myself
