I met my husband when we were both scrawny college students…
I have a bone to pick with the “gender fluidity” shenanigans creeping into our country’s culture.
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.
For 30, 60, and 70 birthdays, we headed out west. So, we’re spending a week touring Arizona, from Tucson to the Grand Canyon.
My mom continues to urge me to “write these things down!” so, essentially, you’re witnessing my kids’ digital baby books. Two birds? Meet one stone.
Pillow piles are handy when Mama needs to just lie on the floor.
A few years ago, in the name of Christmas cheer, my mom (hi, Mom!) decided that we needed to start a new tradition or two.