It’s hard to be a parent, especially in today’s world. That’s a common sentiment, and I don’t disagree. There certainly are new trials (social media,… Continue reading
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I remember the exact moment that I knew absolutely everything, beyond the obvious, had changed after September 11, 2001. I was alone with a new… Continue reading
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My deadline for this column is Tuesday. Ordinarily, that is of little significance, unless, of course, you are my family and you do something particularly… Continue reading
My youngest son, Lindell, doesn’t know what happened at Sandy Hook Elementary school on Dec. 14, 2012. He had just started kindergarten and was nearly the age of the victims, so I shielded him from the news. Call it maternal editing. Call it over-protection. But even I couldn’t wrap my head around what had happened, how would he?
Lately, the family and I have been doing something really old-fashioned at night. Because the sun is setting earlier, we get in our pajamas right after dinner. I light some scented candles, and sometimes I bake cookies or pop popcorn. And then — here comes the old-fashioned part — watch television together.
If you are an introvert and you went to school, you know that our education system is not designed around you. Indeed, much of the world is not designed for you.
A January Huffington Post article by David Wood has risen from the dead, and it’s making many military families mad — again.
As we sat down to watch the first GOP debates between candidates vying to be the Republican presidential nominee, my 8-year-old son, Lindell, asked, "So, who are the bad people?"
Here's weekly advice from Navy mom Sarah Smiley who writes about balancing her life with her kids and her husband's
Before I begin, I’ll answer the question you will surely ask at the end: No, there is no video (that I’m aware of) of the moment my feet went out from under me and I landed on my backside, breaking my wrist. My children, however, would be happy to describe for you in great detail the whole thing, including how I said, “I’m really good at this” seconds before I fell.
You see, I thought that Halloween was about little kids
I’ve been truly afraid a few times in my life: when I bungee jumped from a perfectly good platform 110 feet up in the air; When we lived in Florida and I put out mouse traps but caught a coral snake instead; When I got on an airplane for the first time in more than a decade; When I moved across country while eight months pregnant; And last week, when I ordered pizza from the wrong restaurant to feed my hungry teenagers.
If you haven’t heard the term “me-ternity,” you likely got through last week without feeling discouraged about today’s entitlement culture.
Lindell joined the Navy in 1971. No, not my son Lindell, but my dad, also named Lindell, which makes writing that first sentence really weird.
