I wear many hats. I’m a sister. A daughter, granddaughter, cousin, niece, aunt. I’m a full-time employee. A friend. A girlfriend. An ex-wife. And for the past two years (and nine months, if you count belly time), I’ve been a … Continue reading
I preferred to have one party for my son’s second birthday. I’d much rather my son be surrounded by his family and friends all at the same time. But that’s not happening. If I had to choose a quick, black-and-white … Continue reading
I wrote this post on the Mom Blog about how I gave Sam a cookie when he started screaming in the grocery store, and it was posted to the homepage. The thing about ocregister.com’s homepage is that it’s trolled by … Continue reading
It’s quiet in the morning when the monster is with his dad. It happens only once a week, but that’s enough to make me miss my son. He’s my phantom limb — I have mini panic attacks throughout the morning, … Continue reading
My cousin once told me that holding on to anger for someone was like drinking poison and expecting them to get sick from it. It’s not only useless, but it’s hurting me much more than it’s hurting them. With that … Continue reading
