The Difficult Child

According to commiserating folk, every child is difficult. If I’m going off their actual, real-life, sighing, eye-rolling, judgy-face reactions, however, my child is the only difficult one. Those reactions, and what their kids are doing. At a park full of happy faces, sand castle builds, a brother pushing a sister on a swing, and a group of giggling … More The Difficult Child

Rebuilding a Mother

If I were to redesign a mother, I’d include an extra arm and the ability to instantly metabolize chocolate. My kids, on the other hand, would include a candy dispenser, garbage can, and mute button.