A letter to my 17-year-old on her birthday. With a hat-tip to Brandi Carlile and why she read my mind.
There is more to the American Red Cross than I ever knew. And I thought I knew a lot!
It’s sex-ed season in our house, which means many colorful dinner table conversations as all three children learn varying degrees of human body functions and processes in the month of May. The other night The Husband had them all rolling on the floor laughing, as he recounted his 9th grade (9th Grade! Clearly, we’ve advanced since then) class wherein they…
Looking for pure entertainment with a dash of escapism? Then I have got the show for you.
My teenager has started driving and I’m terrified, but not for any reason you may think. Is there some anxiety that she’ll dent and ding a car I have to pay for? Of course. Am I nervously laying awake at night thinking of other awful drivers on the road with my precious baby? Most certainly. Sure, I worry. Yet, her…