raise them well – Aprons, Heels, and Yoga Pants

A Better Path

This is my favorite time of day. The sun is setting, and I love the light in the living room. Dinner is cleaned up, the kids are busy with bike riding, costume design, piano playing, and slime creation. I’m thinking a glass of wine for myself might top it off perfectly. Some days my head…

Mothers – Don’t Forget to Exhale

Here they are…in all their glory….This was Sunday night, and I had just gotten my babies back after their weekend with dad. I was so exhausted after two insomniac nights, but there’s not a chance I would turn down my four children wanting to plop on my bed and just hang out. How sweet is…

Bourbon and Inspiration

As she danced alone in the living room to Joan Jett’s, I Hate Myself For Loving You, while proudly holding the old fashioned she had made on her own, she wondered….I joke of having lost my quarantined mind. But maybe, just maybe I really have?? It’s me. I am the one dancing in the living…

Lock Down and Slow Down

I planned on journaling every day during our shelter in place, but that hasn’t happened. I also planned on cleaning out closets, handing each child a stack of great literature to read, and reading some myself…also has not happened. Like most things in life, my pandemic stage is not turning out as planned. I am…

Pacing The Floors and Learning To Streak

When trying to stalk your teenage son, to find out his whereabouts…you’ve got to be clever. You’ve got to think like a teenage boy, so he is not embarrassed by you. Here are some tactics I have found to work like a charm when my son is out and about with friends, and I am…

Less Pressure. More Oreos.

Something struck me as funny last night, as I was hurrying my children out of the house and into the minivan. I thought…..I’m not as good as I used to be. Yet, I also think I am better. We were heading for the school Christmas program. My 13 year old son wore his shirt untucked,…

Be Careful

My morning started with a bang, literally, as the garage door hit the front of my car on its way down. My son was in the driver’s seat and all I could muster out of my very sleepy mouth was, “Careful!” In his defense…careful of what? The poor guy probably felt helpless trying to assess…