Being a mom is quite possibly the toughest and craziest job you’ll ever have. You’ll learn multiple new languages, your little boss will often spew his breakfast all over you, you’ll become a quick-changing magic act, ward off monsters in closets, kiss invisible boo-boos, become a magnet for all things drool and booger related, and be… Continue reading Welcome to the momhood
Boy and Girl Child have an exclusive membership to a world-renowned club. This club has great perks: travel to far-off lands, make friends the world over, and even live in exotic places like Kansas. There are a few downsides to this particular society as well. You have to join a different region every couple of… Continue reading The secret society of brats
We made a crucial mistake. One that we should have seriously known better than to do. We got too comfortable. It’s easy to do when you find a rhythm that works for you. Get up, go to work, come home, spend time with the kids, rinse and repeat. Maybe you take a trip somewhere. Maybe… Continue reading Don’t get too comfortable
I left home in 1996. I was fresh out of high school and the world beckoned. I moved about three hours from my hometown — far enough away to spread my wings (and make stupid decisions without stern parental repercussions), but close enough to get home if I missed it or if there were family… Continue reading Going Home
It’s that time of year again. We wipe the slate clean and make hopeful promises — to lose the weight, to eat better, to be more present, to become better versions of ourselves, and to eventually see those promises unravel and come crashing back to reality. I don’t usually make resolutions. I know that I… Continue reading A new year.
For three sunshine-filled years, we were lucky enough to call Hawaii home. The house that we lived in was built in 1939, in anticipation of the influx of families to Hickam Field. When we first moved in, we noticed something amiss in the wall by our bay window in the living room. It’s the one time… Continue reading The day that lived in infamy
The first memory I have of voting was back in 1984. I was in first grade at Pine Hill Elementary School. The principal decided to hold a mock election. We wrote our choice on a slip of paper and dropped it into a shoebox by the end of lunch time on Election Day. Since the… Continue reading Vote.