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And brought me flowers too! It’s been one year. 365 days. A full trip around the sun. 8,760 hours ago, I took Jer to the emergency room....

Who lies!! Check out this months iMom article sharing our struggles with the high schooler! https://www.imom.com/loving-your-child-who-li...

The middle schooler and I fought this morning. Over her phone. Her phone. That stupid little piece of machinery that she can’t see she’s...

Inside of my head! I love social media. Sometimes. I love watching former students grow into awesome young adults. I love seeing their...

Please stand up! Parenting has been rough lately. The child I thought would be easy to guide is giving us a run for every dollar. I...

Away from reality. Hurt. Anger. Disappointment. Crushing heartache. In the last three days, I’ve felt all of these emotions and so many...

And her tears mark the page. Have you ever watched your child’s heart break and feel powerless to help? Watch the varying emotions of...

And still miss something. Today was a rough day. Standing in the bedroom, folding fresh out of the dryer linens, my cell phone rings. I...

Or anyone, by the cover. Scrolling through Facebook is a guilty pleasure. My daily lists of things to accomplish is usually hefty. It...

The hardest word. I’m not a particularly loquacious person. I like to sit back and watch the action happen. I interject when I feel it’s...

What to do with myself! There comes a time in ones life when they must face certain realities. Living in the upper Midwest means snow is...

And repercussions. Having teenaged kids is hard. Like I’d rather go to med school than deal with teenage issues hard. Lately, our...

And he can’t help himself! I love my hubby to no end. We fought through seven rough years and have grown steadily the last seven....

And internal panic attacks!! Pretty much sums up my day. Imagine heading out to run errands only to sit at a light and see no less than...

And came up wanting…. With the hubby at home on the mend from his double pneumonia, my time is not my own. My carefully crafted...

And then cried in the parking lot. Sounds weird, doesn’t it? Who in their right mind cries because they bought milk? I mean they always...