I’ve heard it said that life is the sum of all the choices you make. I get this, but what about the things we
Oh my goodness, it’s with tremendous humility that I write about adoption. To me, there is no greater honor than to have been chosen
What do you remember about your childhood? I don’t cherish the toys I was given or the lavish gifts. I remember and hold on
Whether you’re a stay-at-home mom or working mom, going back to school changes the flow of any routine you got into during the summer. Each
I’ve thought a lot about strength lately. Working full-time, raising three young kids, my husband going through a job change
Ever heard the phrase, “It takes a village," about raising kids? Well, with three young ones who are only getting older and more complicated,
Ever wonder if your kids are listening to what you’re trying to teach them? Or if what you’re doing is paying off and if
“Hold your head high when you walk.” “Make sure your skirt and shirt are pulled down.” “Don’t be louder than a boy.” “Cross your legs when you
Being an English teacher, I always look for the meaning behind the words. A song is not just a song, and a movie isn’t
Several years ago, the school where my husband and I taught asked us to give the Baccalaureate speeches at the graduation festivities. This was
I have to start this off with a confession. I sat down to write this article four different times, but couldn’t put it all
I just completed my third maternity leave, and I wish I could tell you that I’ve got it all figured out. I feel like
Tired? Distracted? Disappointed in yourself? Feeling used and used up? There is a good chance you’re saying “yes” to too many things and people.
On Christmas morning, everyone has their own traditions. It’s funny because when my husband and I talk about our Christmases as kids, it’s not
Being a #girlmom isn’t easy. Being a #boymom obviously has its challenges and surprises, and you have to be super tough to be a
When I was a little girl, I distinctly remember playing with my baby dolls and being their “Momma.” I gave them bottles, rocked them,