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......
Recently, I read an article stating that America is actually one of the few cultures in the world that tends to rear families tightly within their nuclear unit. In many other cultures several generations live in the same house, or at the very most, within a stone’s throw. However, I have noticed more American women… Continue reading It Takes A Village
“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
My first baby shower was perfect. There were so many gifts that I couldn’t fit them all in my car, so I had to make two trips back to my hostess’ home to retrieve everything. The baby in my womb already had enough toys, games, books and clothes to last until she was five… Continue reading More Toys do not Make Happier Children
I distinctly remember the first time my husband, then boyfriend at the time, came out of the gas station with a Coke, a REAL Coke, like the old advertisement, "The Real Thing"! Yes, people, you are reading this correctly -- I was just as shocked as I am sure you are right now. Well,… Continue reading Coke: The New Gateway Drug