I am single. Have been “officially” since 1993, the 8-year debacle with Completely Clueless notwithstanding. It’s been 5 years now since that ended in a blaze of glory (quite literally – the house burned down, too) and in the time since I have gone from completely swearing off men to now considering that there may be some guy out there worth...

Second Son's graduation has me thinking about how I show up as a mom. I tell you, it's not how I thought I would back before I was one. When I became a mother, something inside me changed. Something went a little left. It's like a secret code was activated and now inside me lives a fierce warrior. When pushed, she pushes back. Hard.

Three years ago, I wrote about the value of a high school diploma. On this morning of Second Son's high school graduation, I'm proud to say he was one of the students who decided to flip the bird at me and cross over to the other side of the room.

My mind gets scattered all over the place. I catch myself thinking more than one thing at a time, and it’s like I have to decide which thing to pay attention to. It’s hard to tune things out so I can pay attention to ONLY one thing. Hence why I find meditation so difficult. Yet, also why I can’t leave it alone. But that whole issue is one of the...

I just did one of the hardest things to do as a mom: I pushed my baby out of the nest. Oldest Son came back to live at home, yet AGAIN, this past July. When he came home, he had a job, a car, a driver’s license, and car insurance. Gradually over the months since, he lost all of those. In addition, he lost his sense of autonomy and somehow lost track of his...

I promised a rant on the one bitch I have about the Twilight books. Today, you get it. I know...I know...two posts in one day. Sheesh... But first, let me tell you what I really LIKED about the Twilight books. It's the same thing I like about Disney/Pixar movies:

I've always known my kids are smart. Most of the time, their smarts serve them well. But, on the odd occasion, their smarts get them into deep, deep doo-doo. PDD is eyeball-deep in doo-doo right about now, thanks to her smarts. Let me rewind.

PDD has a male Beta fish called Tiffy. Don’t ask. This is the same child who named our dog, Cheerio. Yeah. So, ok, Mr. Tiffy has been swimmin’ around in murky waters lately. His ‘room’ has been about as bad as PDD’s – crap everywhere. In his case…literally. PDD had been on me all week to clean his bowl, and I kept putting...

In the never-ending battle to get PDD to keep her room clean, I have unknowingly created a weekly treasure hunt known to the rest of the world as laundry day. On the way to the bottom of her hamper just now, I found (and I kid you not) the following items, in addition to her dirty laundry: 3 folded t-shirts, clearly not worn since they were returned to her last...

BabySis forwarded an email to me this evening, and it struck a nerve. Enough that I want to pass it on, too...