Why I Hate Being a Member of the Dead Moms Club
I hate being a member of the Dead Moms Club.
I hate paying the lifetime membership dues.
I hate the grief.
I hate the heartache.
And I hate the loneliness.
I hate being a member of the Dead Moms Club.
I hate paying the lifetime membership dues.
I hate the grief.
I hate the heartache.
And I hate the loneliness.
For years, my husband and I wrestled with our presentation of Santa Claus to our young daughters. We watched well-meaning Christian friends decide to forgo the tradition altogether. We hesitated to follow suit because we cherish our childhood memories of St. Nick but we are careful not to use Santa to control our children’s behavior….
My elementary school-age daughters and I watch sweet but spooky, family-friendly Halloween movies. I hated Halloween as a kid.
My life changed forever, 36 years ago today, when my one and only sibling officially joined our family. At the time, I was quite disappointed that my baby brother was not a girl. I think my unimpressed look in the photo above says it all. I look a little happier in the next one: Today,…
I compiled a list of favorite songs about dads and grandpas, in an attempt to create the perfect playlist for your hero this Father’s Day.