Dear Readers… I’ve been dreading having this conversation with you for a while now. I keep trying to start it and then convince myself that everything is ok and I can put it off until a later date. Unlike the ‘birds and the bees’ convo that’s forthcoming in my house— this one doesn’t come with handbooks and cute illustrations. So here goes… It’s not you, it’s me. Really. You have been amazing. Loyal fans and readers. Clicking on our (...Read More)
If there’s one thing I can count on from 17-year old Pockets, it’s brutal honesty. This is the kid who, as a kindergartener, told me, “Mom, it kind of freaks me out when you dress us in matching Star Wars shirts.” He may have had a point, there. I was 19 when I birthed this amazing human being. I grew up alongside him, ditching all the parenting books I collected before he was born, and letting my child lead me (...Read More)
My son graduates high school next week. Probably time to do something about that weight I gained from pregnancy…
What is it with kids? They can be nowhere in sight but pick up a phone and–boom–there they are, in your face, demanding attention.
Why is it that the second you sit your butt down to relax, the kids come home?