I was in my mid twenties when I had ” that boyfriend.” You know the, what-was-I-thinking boyfriend. I’ll just say euphemistically that our relationship was chaotic. Until the night when chaotic became scary and I left. Truth be told it had been building to the scary point for a long time. But I thought crossing […] Read more…
Archive of ‘Does This Mean I’m a Grownup?’ category
Thanks for Blazing That Trail, Joan Rivers!
Let me just get this out of the way: I am a gigantic, unabashed, unapologetic Joan River’s fan. Any woman who has so much trouble keeping her mouth shut and saying the right thing that she decided to make a successful career out of it deserves undying devotion. But as amazing a comedic talent as […] Read more…
Letting Your Kid Fly Their Freak Flag
4th Grade was a tough year for me. Seriously. Sadly, it started out as THE BEST YEAR EVER! I went to catholic school and for those of you who have attended a fine parochial institution you know that any year you get a “lay teacher” (meaning not a nun) you felt pretty darned lucky. My fourth grade teacher […] Read more…
That Woman Is a Disaster
And by that woman I mean me. I’ve found that being a working mom is often times just like living in a movie. Because the minute you think you have it all together is right when the rug is about to be pulled out from under you – just like the misguided star of any […] Read more…
So You’re Saying My Kid Is Not Going To Be The Next Pelé?
When my oldest son was five years old he absolutely dominated on his soccer team. He was like the Michael Jordan-Tom Brady-Tiger Woods (pre-sex scandal) of elementary school age soccer. And it just tickled me. I’m not gonna lie; I had total mama-bear pride. So naturally when he made the jump up to club soccer […] Read more…
Giving Up Vacation Gladly
Before I had children, vacations for me generally meant lying on a tropical beach, baking in the sun (my twenty-year-old self was kinda honey badger about wrinkles – I really didn’t give a…), drinking strawberry daiquiris (my twenty-year-old self was also kinda honey badger about counting calories), and doing absolutely positively nothing. Nada. Not a […] Read more…
Supreme Court Sucker Punch
As parents we make the rules in our house: in bed by nine, no dessert until you’ve eaten your dinner, no hitting your brother with the wiffle ball bat – you know, the basics. Because let’s face it, even on the best of days raising a family is managed chaos and craziness. Can you imagine […] Read more…
Complacency: The Enemy of Committed Relationships
My husband, who thinks he is a comedian, told what he believed was a hilarious story to our friends. After he had spent the day doing yard work in the blazing 110 degree Arizona heat he commented to our friends that if it had been a landscaping crew out back tidying up the yard in […] Read more…
Stealing Time: Traveling for Work
I am writing this blog from terminal A18 at Phoenix Sky Harbor airport. I’ve been here since 7:30am and am now not scheduled to even board my flight until 11:40. As a working mom my time is beyond precious to me. It is finite. I simply can’t make more of it. Every second is jam packed with […] Read more…
Talking to Your Children About Death
This is tough stuff and I’m not going to sugar-coat it. One of my dearest friends just passed away and I’d say the hardest challenge as a mom was what, when, and how to bring my children in the loop. So the following post is my two cents, for what they’re worth, of the down […] Read more…