For as long as I can remember I wanted to be a mom. I was absolutely convinced I could parent better than my mother. My father was the breadwinner — king of our small kingdom — and more into himself than raising the two kids he produced and the one he adopted. I became a … Continue reading Letting Go of Adult Kids
My 10 yr old daughter asked me what Ego meant, one of her vocabulary words for the week. I laughed. “Good question. What do you think it means?” “I wouldn’t ask if I knew, Mom.” “Well, use it in a sentence, in context. You’ve heard the word enough to have an inkling what it means. … Continue reading We Are What We DO
