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Moving house is right up there on the stressor scale, and I really think it wigs me out way more than I let on. As you know, we moved towards…

Sweet child, the idea that you are turning ten leaves me breathless. Every parent says it, but it’s so true for me – I blinked and suddenly you’d morphed from…

I can judge the level of how well I know someone, and how well they know me, by the things they say about me, to me (and sometimes, not to…

Dear Mom, When a child turns five, their parents feel this strange sense of pride and longing. Like, five is a “whole hand” and the baby days are very over.…

People call it The Black Dog, but I don’t see it that way. Well, not anymore. I see it more as a day that didn’t go so well. A groundhog day…

I can’t do it today. No, I can’t. I’m too busy and there’s ninety eight other things I have to get done. Yes, I know you want to, and I…

As a parent, the thing that keeps me up the most at night is worrying over whether or not I am adequately equipping my kid with the necessary skills and…

It’s your birthday. How funny-wonderful it would be for you, this year, because the wedding has been planned to fall just after your birthday. It was planned around your special…

I’ve been battling to write, for me, for a while now. That’s evident from the lack of regular posting here. But then, this evening, as the twilight settled, the dog…

It’s a new year. How you take that and how you handle it is up to you. After all, it’s really just a ticking clock that’s timed over…and, really, that…