Single Mom

I have issues. I get that. But perhaps during no season are my issues more prevalent than during the run-up to Easter. And there’s one massive reason. The Easter Bunny. But not the cute, fluffy, imaginary one (sorry kids if you’re reading this) that stops by my house every year to set …

Life as a parent can get hectic. If you’re anything like me, I usually feel like I’m struggling to keep my head above water most days, and by the time the weekend rolls around, I often dream about going to bed early with a good book instead of going out …

As I type this, my adorable, amazing, spectacular 4-year-old is adjacent to me. Notice I did not say “next to me”; I said, “adjacent” — in mathematical terms, “having a common vertex and a common side.” In mommy terms: touching me. So. Very. Much. Touching. My child is always touching me. …

Let me get this out of the way from the outset: I never take for granted how blessed I am to be called “Mom” by three spectacular souls. They are everything to me, and Thanksgiving is one of my favorite holidays because it allows me to truly recognize and express gratitude …

On a recent Thursday, I found out I wasn’t dying. And before you get all literal on me: Yes, I realize we’re all dying from the moment we’re born, that life is one big death march, blah blah blah. I mean to say: I found out I wasn’t dying imminently. …

After taking a year to try out one of the charter schools in town, I decided to put my son back into public school. There are a million reasons, mainly his old school was just a better fit. He would be attending the same public school he attended for first …

I have a confession to make. I desperately need to get lucky. Seriously. The situation is dire. It has been soooooooo long. Since I’ve felt lucky. In love. Sheesh, people — get your minds out of the gutter. This is a family website, after all. Anyhow, yes, my own personal …

Thirty-two years ago I met a boy and fell in love. The same night I met him, I met his mother, who immediately welcomed me into the family. After a few years, the boy and I fell out of love, as often happens in young relationships. His mother and I …

Single moms are responsible for so many things. You’re not only bringing home the bacon and frying it up in a pan — you’re also the only one remembering that bacon is not good for you and that it clearly won’t properly fulfill your children’s nutritional needs. Sometimes I do …

Now that I’m in my early 40s, I find myself thinking (more than I care to admit) about how much I am like my mother. There was a time, and I swear it was last week, when I was young and headstrong and prided myself on being my mother’s polar …