First and foremost, I do love your crayons, Crayola peeps. Your markers too. They beat the snot out of Roseart any day of the week. As a poor kid growing up in the 70’s/80’s, there was nothing quite as amazing as the 128-crayon box with the BUILT-IN sharpener on the back of the box andContinue reading “I don’t think I want to live in a world where Crayola makes food”
Rule-Breaker or People-Pleaser…which one are you?
I have two daughters that I am crazy proud of. They are both whip-smart, funny as hell (the apple does not fall far from the tree, dear readers), easy to be around and above all, kind. I know what you’re thinking, every parent says stuff like this. But I genuinely believe it to be true.Continue reading “Kiss All the Boys”
Many years ago, when my oldest daughter was small, a family friend offered to take her to a local amusement park. Our daughters were the same age and it was a nice opportunity for them to hang out a bit and get to know each other better. The trip would also include a trip toContinue reading “Lead with a YES”
I am lucky to have survived childhood with an accomplice, a partner in crime. She’s my sister, my Irish twin. It was not always fun or even nice to have this Irish twin. At times, I would have gladly smothered her with a pillow or at the very least led her out into the fieldsContinue reading “Growing Up “Irish Twin” Part One*”