My Mom didn’t have it all together when I was a kid. It sounds like a terrible thing to say, especially considering all the guilt I know she carries from that time. While I reassure her about how lucky I am to have her as my mother, and I am lucky, those positive things aren’t what…
Mother's Day
Extremely Mom Enough
I don’t make it a habit to publicly proclaim my opinion on something without educating myself as much as possible on the matter. For example, despite already feeling like I have surmised an opinion on the new it-book 50 Shades of Grey, you won’t find me blogging to the world about it (yet) because I…
Saying Thanks
“All I really want are children who are respectful, who listen, obey, clean up once in a while and appreciate what I do around here!”This was often uttered in our household growing up, every time birthdays, Christmases, and Mother’s Days rolled around. “Mo-om!” we’d roll our eyes. Seriously, she expected us to improve on perfection? Sure, maybe…
Look What I Made
On Thursday, I trudged home from work feeling blue from the many sunless days that Halifax was experiencing and frustrated that it started raining just as soon as I stepped out of my office building. Of course, I was wearing a dress, my legs were mostly bare and my toes were growing numb. As I exited…