Flopping onto my bed, I began my nightly ritual of critiquing my day’s parenting performance. How do I know I am making the right choices for my girls? Am I going to mess them up? Will they still love me, even when they don’t always like me, like today? Read More on the Blog......
“I do not even believe in God. There is no such thing as Heaven and Hell!” I was 14 years old, screaming down to my mother during one of our routine mother-daughter disagreements. I am not even sure what we were arguing about that particular day; however, I am sure it had something to do… Continue reading Thank you for being a Mother first, Friend second
