Do you want to know what really ruffles my feathers? Gets my goat? Grinds my gears?
I have a bone to pick with the “gender fluidity” shenanigans creeping into our country’s culture.
Something has been happening for some time now. I had the feeling it was coming. I thought it’d be fairly cute—and it is—but it can also be very convicting.
Being left out hurts, no matter the age.
Caroline Ingalls or “Ma” was the living epitome of a supportive wife.
Disney Word—a.k.a. The Happiest Place on Earth—poisoned me. It not only poisoned me, but it poisoned my toddler. I find this to be highly ironic.
The longer I’m a parent, the more I find myself doing or talking about things I never expected.
I always felt like I was too much and not enough. I felt I was too much personality and came on too strong, but not savvy enough or beautiful enough to back it up. Does that make any sense?
A brief recount of naming our children and now nicknaming our children.
Time to call in reinforcements.