The Day Swim Lessons Taught Me to be a Better Parent

Yesterday was ugly. I warned my son that we were heading to swim lessons. I was hoping we’d move past denial, anger, and bargaining and at least land on depression, if not acceptance, before we got to the pool.

Looking for a New Place to Call Home

I’ve been on the house-hunt trail for about a month or so. It’s been fairly fun, as dreaming of living in a new, fresh space makes my little planning brain sing.