A snarky post up on Blunt Moms 🙂
My latest piece is up on HVFH…
“He loves to read books, watch Youtube videos featuring monster trucks, eat pizza, sing songs, anything math related, go to his grandma’s house, play with his new baby brother, and ride on the 4-wheeler with his dad.
My son is also on the autism spectrum.
Although this is a big part of who he is, it does not define him in his entirety.”
New piece is up on Project Hot Mess 🙂
“My best friend and I have known each other since she was five and I was seven years old. We’re both in our 30’s now, so we’ve been friends a long time. When other friendships in my life have come and gone, we’ve stuck by each other.
She knows me, what I like, what I don’t like, my personality and what I’m comfortable with, and I know the same things about her. When you have that level of comfort with your travel companion, it makes it easier to plan trips and activities you know the other will enjoy.”
Today is National Sister’s Day! Check out my new piece about the ties b/w sisters on Her View today…
“There are some holidays on the calendar nobody would even think to know about. For example, did you know that February 8th is National Kite Flying Day? Or that November 17th is National Take a Hike Day? Some of these are pretty silly. But, then there is August 6th, National Sister’s Day. It is the one day of the year when anyone that has a sister in their life can celebrate them in whatever way they choose.
The relationship between sisters is one of the most precious and also the most difficult one that exists within the dynamic of the modern family. Sisterhood is something I’ve always been intrigued by. I’ve watched others with their sisters and compared their relationships with that of my own sister– the ins and outs of the relationships, the closeness or lack thereof, and how the bond can change over the years.”
Check out the rest here…
My first piece is up on Project Hot Mess…
“I do often miss that teenage girl that I still see traces of in the mirror though. She’s there underneath the emerging crow’s feet, the tired eyes, and greying hair. I see her in the pictures hanging in my hall entryway. She has a big smile on her face while standing side by side with her best friend at her high school graduation, and in another picture with her grandma at her prom. She also shows up sometimes when I occasionally get carded at the local liquor store buying wine.
I wish I could reach through the hands of time and tell the 15, 16, 17 year old version of me a few things. I would give her advice that would ease her mind and help to get her through some of those dark patches that come hand in hand with being a teenager…”