Looking back on my first years as a mom, I can practically smell the memories. The scent of a newborn baby. The scent of the cereal and the smashed peas. The smell of the daycare center. The smell of Play-doh. The memories are vivid. Especially those…
About a year and a half ago, I published an article about finding love after divorce. And during these years often referred to as, “middle aged.” I wanted to share the possibilities with others. Others who might be wondering if they are ever going to be…
It finally happened. My first meltdown about my youngest bird flying the nest soon. She graduated high school just a few days ago and up until that meltdown a few weeks before, I had been holding it together pretty well. In fact, I wondered if something…