Finding My Village

It takes a village. I used to wonder what those words really meant. I mean, I live in the suburbs and I don’t even know my neighbors. What kind of village am I supposed to be a part of and how do I join? When I first became a mother, I lived in a town …

Confronting a Bully

Something happened this week that completely shook me. I received a call from the school’s psychologist telling me that there had been a bullying incident involving my son and three other boys. My heart skipped a beat upon hearing those words. So many questions immediately flew into my mind: “Is he hurt?” “Did he do …

Chore Wars: How I Got My Kids to Clean the House

This is a true story. Yesterday, my children were arguing about doing chores. Their argument went something like this: Daughter: I’m going to unload the dishwasher. Son: I get to clean the bathroom. Daughter: If you get to clean the bathroom, then I get to make mom’s bed and vacuum the living room. Son: That’s …

Neglect

I am sad to confess that my blog has become like a neglected child. Until recently, I would check on it numerous times a day—lovingly responding to comments, feeling proud of it as its readership grew, spending hour after hour nurturing it with my words. Now weeks have gone by without taking a single peek …