(Inside: Are you wondering, “Should I write?” Read my journey of starting a blog and get tips that will help you start writing and blogging with confidence.) “I want to be a writer.” I gently rocked my nursing son (middle child) in the middle of the night. That’s the exact moment the writer-thought
(Inside: Good parenting skills start here. Do you feel like you’re saturated with parenting advice? What should be your focus? This one thing will help you conquer the parenting season like the champion you are.) Off, off, off! I fumbled at my car radio. I don’t need to hear anybody roar…
(Inside: Never underestimate the power of encouragement for moms. Learn one thing you need to refashion you mom friends’ superhero cape and build a strong community of moms.) “I was just told my youngest daughter needs to lose weight. By her doctor, of course.” Sara sighed her disappointment, not realizing her supermom cape had
(Inside: We want to raise creative kids who grow up and create better technology, cure the diseases we couldn’t and make this world a better place. This post contains 85+ kids’ activities that promote creativity and help your raise creative kids.) All the high-fives and wahoos and dancing feet happened yesterday, the last day
(Inside: How to teach your kids to be kind even when they don’t feel like it.) Cleaning up the mess of our over $1500 in credit card theft had me edgy. Then I went to quit the gym. Which apparently is like telling membership services gravity is ending: What!?! The gym needs you! The pools open soon! And to quit – see that 500-pound weight that man twice your size is bench pressing? You do it
(Inside: Find confidence to beat your challenges.) Moms, you know the times when you work hard at something – whatever pulses in your heart you MUST DO – finally, you present your “product” with arms up, chest puffed out and a “ta-dah”? Then, crickets… That’s where I was at. I had an idea
My hand smoothed warm cheeks before I bent down and kissed my sons’ goodnight. The stairs creaked as I tiptoed down them to settle comfortably in my favorite zebra fabric chair at our dining room table. I felt my body relax into writing, the keys of my laptop feeling good against my fingers. The lights
(Inside: A simple lesson to help you and your kids be happier.) “Mom, I hid in the bathroom because I was scared my teacher would make me read my paragraph in front of the whole class,” my son whispered in the safety of the dimly lit room as I tucked him into bed.
(Inside: How my husband and I exchange Christmas gifts.) Are you also in the phase of life where everyone else (kids, mortgage, car, Target…) takes ALL YOUR MONEY? (Help us, Dave Ramsay.) That’s our current season. This fact has shaped how my husband and I exchange Christmas gifts. We’ve decided…We buy our own presents.
(Inside: Thoughts for the working mom.) I lingered a few feet outside the main doors of the gym where my son was playing in his final weekend basketball tournament. Phone to my ear, I discussed work with my colleague. When I hung up, I instantly felt guilty. I should be more helpful to my