In honor of #tbt (that’s Throw-Back Thursday) we are bringing back some of our (and your!) favorite pieces, many of them updated with new pics! Enjoy!
Recently, a friend of mine mentioned how shocked she was that I check Ben’s text messages and Instragram as often as I do – and often right in front of him. She also said that she would likely sneak in her daughter and son’s room at night to check their texts secretly – if only she knew their passwords. Continue reading
A message for coaches and some insight for parents
We are coming to the end of the winter sports season. That means playoff time for most sports teams.
For some, it’s a ramp-up of practice times, intensity and emotions. For others, the goal is to keep going with the consistency that has been a mainstay of their program all season. For all coaches and teams the ultimate goal is to make it to the state finals or championship round. Continue reading
In honor of #tbt (that’s Throw-Back Thursday) we are bringing back some of our (and your!) favorite pieces, many of them updated with new pics! Enjoy! Continue reading
My son is 14 and usually pretty funny. And sometimes annoying. And in some cases (much to my chagrin) aggravatingly funny. His newest thing is to attempt to use VERY large vocabulary words (incorrectly, most of the time) to ask a question or describe a situation or to flip short and long vowels to mispronounce and draw out a word. So annoying… Continue reading
In honor of #tbt (that’s Throw-Back Thursday) we are bringing back some of our (and your!) favorite pieces, many of them updated with new pics! Enjoy!
I spent the first 43 years of my life without children of my own. I was a master at judging parents – and not very kindly, I’m afraid. I couldn’t comprehend why they couldn’t make their three year olds sit quietly in a restaurant or why they didn’t leave their kids home when eating, visiting, traveling or shopping. I absolutely could not understand why their children had to interrupt my very important phone conversations with their moms or why my pals weren’t jumping at the chance to meet (single) me for breakfast, lunch, dinner or the theatre, or come away with me to Martha’s Vineyard. Continue reading
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