I love to read. Give me a good book, a rainy day, and a cleared spot on the sofa chair, and I could be amused for hours upon end. A good autobiography or a fictional novel. A book to teach me new ways to be
We’ve all succumbed to those eye-catching quizzes that pop up on our social media news feeds and lure you in to about 10 minutes of your life that you are promised to never get back. I’m a sucker for a good one that tells me
I like to travel. Well, I did, before having kids. Now-a-days, my travel consists of trips to and from school and the weekly grocery run. But there was a time when crossing large bodies of water and infusing myself in different cultures in new continents
The ice skating rink was my happy place for years. When most tweens would go to the movies or to the mall on weekend nights, I could be found on the ice. Nothing could compare with a healthy dose of gossip, soft pretzels, and Olympic-style
How do you know when your family is complete? Is it the warm feeling inside when you look around the room and see everyone piled on top of one another in a friendly game of “tackle daddy”? Is it seeing yourself in each child and
I used to sit there, while admiring her long eye lashes and perfectly curved lips, wonder what sweet sound would come out of them and what energy she would bring into this world. What experiences would we share together? Yes, when she was a baby
I had a dream. Many years ago. It must have been vivid if I can remember the majority of it still to this day. I was in a room with a group of people who were auditioning to be the next big star. I must
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