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 …

A Physical Disaster

I have been on hiatus from my blog for the last two weeks. It wasn’t by choice, but was forced upon me by things outside of my control. You see, my body betrayed me—not once, but twice. It all started on Thanksgiving morning. Knowing that excessive eating and drinking was in store for me that day, …

My Daughter is a Nut!

I say this with love. Some days, I am completely floored—often with laughter—at her completely skewed approach to life. Just the other night, we were having a nice time together watching television—I was crocheting, she was on the computer. Something I saw on TV inspired me to ask her, “If you could travel to any country in …