Love More, Judge Less
It was a quintessential American moment. My son and his classmates filed into their high school gymnasium as the school band played “Pomp and Circumstance.” I quickly spotted my son among the sea of red caps and gowns. I’d recognize his familiar gait anywhere. I was overcome with so many emotions at once.
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
Dear Teacher Friends, I want to start by saying thank you. Thank you for letting me bounce lesson ideas off of you, answering any questions that I ask, and for making suggestions on how I can be a better teacher. Thank you for celebrating my successes with me, helping me work through my failures, and
they did not tell me it would hurt like this no one warned me about the heartbreak we experience with friends where are the albums i thought there were no songs sung for it i could not find the ballads or read the books dedicated to writing the grief we fall into when friends leave
MLM is a controversial topic. Its supporters emphasize the ability of MLM consultants (essentially independent contractors) to make some much needed side income while meeting the demands of a hectic family life. Critics in turn highlight the fact that the majority of MLM sellers will actually lose money before the end of their direct selling career.
I’ve always been a social gal, and these days, I’m especially grateful for my friends. They are my anti-anxiety drug, my mood-lifters, my restored faith in humanity. Making plans to look forward to and spending time together negates the other moments that I want to crawl into a blanket fort and hide from reality. Take
I love this time of year. From the lights and decorations to snuggling up by a warm fireplace with hot coco (with OR without a little extra kick) – it’s a nice time of year. While I’m not a huge fan of snow, I enjoy the peace, quiet and beauty of a nice snowfall. Even
Earlier this month several of my friends who routinely commute to New York City for work posted photos of a crowded Grand Central Terminal on their Facebook pages. Trains in and out of the station were delayed for hours and commuters were frustrated. What they didn’t know, was why. Soon, their frustration turned to sorrow
Dear Friends, Acquaintances and even Husband, I want to help you. I want it all to be ok. And not just ok, easy. And wonderful. You mean a lot to me. It seems like I have a million reasons why I can’t be the friend/person/mom/wife I want to be (or used to be). Here they
The love I have for my friends runs deep. I grew up with a tight knit group that originated in a kindergarten class room. We spent countless hours creating memories. From girl scouts to soccer games and from sleepovers to proms, the only thing on our schedules was each other. Similarly, in college, I was lucky
