When life gets rocky in our household on weekends we head to the beach.
Out of the corner of my eye I see my daughter’s head raise as I open the shutters letting e
My son is flopped on the beanbag tuned to the Discovery Channel on TV.
The pressure to perform is enormous. Daunting. Driving. Exhausting.
I’ve been so immersed tending to my young children that I didn’t notice when this new
Is it really so wrong that my three-year old son thinks his antibiotic medicine is peanut butter-
“When Mommy’s old and shrively, will you carry me, too?” I ask my four-year-old