Our Story Begins
When I tuck my twin boys to bed each night we put dreamcatchers in place and ask not to have bad dreams to the universe or God or whomever you yourself think should hear your pleas. 396 more words
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Being a storyteller occasionally I use this space to tell stories.
This one is about a Shamrock.
Years ago, in the days before anyone knew who the Taliban were, Osama Bin Laden was not a household is when this takes place. 533 more words
1 week, 5 days
Kids are creatures of habit. You may not think that is the case, particularly when you are trying to bring them down off the hyperactive wave of a sugar high. 550 more words
The title here isn’t to imply I had a weird day, far from it as a matter of fact.
No…the title refers to a seeming constant of late as I approach my home and open the door after getting off work. 722 more words
3 weeks, 3 days
“Did you know it’s Dr. Seuss’ Birthday,” my son asked as I walked in the door this evening?
“Yes. I did, as a matter of fact.” 503 more words
3 weeks, 6 days
Do you ever just jump onto the internet, just for fun, and type in a search for “parenting” or “parent?”
I did it this last week. 65 more words
I had a week of very late evenings. That’s just the nature of television news and ratings periods and the job I have. 531 more words