Month: May 2019

I Wanted To Save My Dad

I had to take a First Aid/CPR class at work, the other day. It would be safe to say that I didn't want to. Initially, that was just because I'm lazy. But, as it progressed, it was hitting a little too close to home. See, if you bring up anything related to the heart, I'm … Continue reading I Wanted To Save My Dad

Is There A Handbook To Get My Kids To Clean?

Let me just start with saying, I love my children. We all know this. They are the best and make my days brighter and my heart full. But, seriously, what is with their inability/unwillingness to clean?? Well, not necessarily clean, but just pick up their stuff. Well, not necessarily just pick up their stuff, but … Continue reading Is There A Handbook To Get My Kids To Clean?

Singing Is Embarrassing When They Hear You

When I was in kindergarten, my mom decided to play friendship matchmaker with a little girl in our neighborhood and me. We hadn't lived there that long so I didn't really know the kids yet.  As my mom asked the girl her name and introduced us, I wanted to run and hide. But that girl ended … Continue reading Singing Is Embarrassing When They Hear You

Everyone Doesn’t Know Who We Are

    The whole time that I have been mom to my kiddos, we lived in an area that was not particularly diverse. I guess that's the reason that everyone knew who we were.  Transracial families were also more unusual than they are now. Not that they are particularly common now but it is definitely … Continue reading Everyone Doesn’t Know Who We Are

Everybody Hurts

I was talking to a mom of someone I knew in high school and she was telling me how her daughter was often made fun of in school. I was shocked. So shocked that I called a mutual friend and asked her if she had any idea. (She did not.) You see, this girl always seemed very confident … Continue reading Everybody Hurts

What About My Son?

It's been an eventful bunch of months. I adjusted to working outside the home, weathered motherhood, and had countless moments of self reflection. Blah blah blah, I lived. I got wrapped up in it. This is just the obligatory explanation that I feel compelled to make after not blogging for so long. I (we) also … Continue reading What About My Son?