Fifteen years ago, I took on the role of stay-at-home mom with determination to go above and beyond the call of duty. I wanted to be one of those strong women who could handle just about anything, and for the most part, I was. I cooked, I cleaned, I nurtured, I maintained complete control. Nothing…
Memories
The Stuff Families Are Made Of
Recently, I’ve been told that my family of five weighs nearly 18,000 pounds. No, we are not morbidly obese ÔÇô that figure is actually the total weight of all of our stuff. Everything from the half-chewed pencil in the desk drawer to the 1978 Baldwin upright piano, and all the socks, cookie sheets, end tables,…
Stranger Danger
I got one of those annoying forwarded e-mails the other day. This one advised women to keep their car panic button and a can of wasp spray handy to avoid violent assault. The author suggested that a woman could press her car key panic button in a parking garage or in her bedroom if she…
The Mutilation Generation
My parents had it so easy. They didn’t have to worry too much about my brother and me in the whole scheme of things. But today, it doesn’t matter how well you raise your kids. It doesn’t mean a hill of beans what socio-economic category your family falls into. It’s irrelevant whether your kids are…
What I believe about Hell and hand baskets