Wordsmatter
Words matter or word smatter? You decide.
Behavior modification
I'm actually kind of shocked that no one mentioned that the same lessons I want to teach my daughter, noted last week in my post Best behavior, would be just as valuable to my son. In fact, I was kicking myself for not acknowledging this in my post, because it's 100%...
Best behavior
Mothering a daughter is hard, especially a strong-willed, independent-thinking, highly emotional daughter. And most especially the teenage variety of said daughter. She's smart and funny and caring and I generally love being around her, but it's still challenging. I...
Thinking out loud
I'm really struggling with a project at work. Actually, the project itself is pretty straightforward; the problem is finding a common language with my work partner. Frankly, the situation has been really frustrating me. As much as I KNOW the effects language can have...
On being personable
There's an author I've been following since back in the early days of my own blog. I liked the way she wrote, and she had an amusing way of drawing people into her content by using suggestive titles that made me laugh. Heck, back in those days her blog was even...
Poll position
My state's primary elections took place today and it was a big deal. Probably not so much for everyone else, mind you, but today marked a milestone moment for me. When the election volunteer asked me which party's ballot I wanted this morning, for the first time in...
Lessons learned
My kid will be home from college in a few days (four, but who's counting?), and boy-oh-boy, have I learned a lot this year. Yes, you read that correctly. I, THE MOM, have learned a lot from my boy's first college year. When I started this post, I intended to write...
The right to remain silent
If you're female, you've probably grumbled about your weight at least once in your life. Whether you feel plagued with an extra five pounds or fifty, we all have our number. It's a girl thing. (I'm sure it occasionally happens with men too, but I'm not a dude, so I'll...
Chew on this
For nearly two years, three tiny Tootsie Rolls have made their home in the console of my car, nestled among a pile of pennies. I can no more bring myself to eat them than to throw them away. Every time I try to do either, I remember. My son and I were headed east to...
The pomp following the circumstances
Today's the day. Like so many other eighteen-year-olds since practically forever, my son gets to walk across a stage, shake his principal's hand, look sheepishly into the crowd for his family, and flip the tassel on his mortarboard from right to left. At about...
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