The Sick Heart
I have spent several hours this week opening envelopes and counting dollars for a Hope For Brianna fundraiser. I am still not done, but I am not complaining. As you can read here, Brianna is a little girl Read More …
Tag: boys
The Dawn Of The Bicycle Era
There is much about my life that I couldn’t have predicted but am grateful for. I had no intention of becoming a triathlete much less of doing an Ironman. And a spandex-wearing cyclist? No way. Read More …
A Suspended Note At The South Florida Folk Festival
Through ten years of marriage, our family has been on countless road trips. From camping in the Everglades to cruising around Portugal we’ve spent hours sitting in a car going from point A to point Read More …
Mothers, Daughters, Bows And Arrows
No relationship compares to that of parent and child. The Lebanese writer Kahlil Gibran, in his book The Prophet, wrote a poem/prose On Children, which you can read at the end of this post. In a nutshell, Read More …
Two Calls From School On The Same Day Can’t Be Good News
Dreamer wants to be a spy when he grows up. He’d be a good one too. He owns all sorts of spy gear, and has watched Spy Kids so many times even I know it Read More …
Poolside Smackdown: Bullied By A Swim Instructor
For a moment I wondered if I was a good parent or part of a breed of guilt laden moms who overcompensate by letting their kids run wild. But then clarity hit me and I’m Read More …
NickMom Makes Even Farting Jokes #MotherFunny
Am I the only mom who doesn’t think fart jokes are funny? Because sometimes I could be confused with an alien at my dinner table when Joe and the boys are bending over from laughter Read More …
Tantrums, Tears And The Search For Compassion
Fearless has been impossible lately. In one school day he managed to misplace his language arts book (the second one because he already lost the first), pencil box, water bottle, and lunchbox. Each was retrieved Read More …
A Scared Flight, A Trip Remembered
It’s funny how quickly we forget. We were flying home to Miami after a forty day stay in Europe. Our flight left from Madrid and two hours into the nine hours of Atlantic crossing the Read More …
Fearless And The Frescos
I know this will come as a shocker to you … but as a teenager I was a brat. I used to live in Morocco, would travel with my parents to Europe often, and felt Read More …
