Dear Chewey - my love letter to my dog, my friend, my savior.
My most memorable Christmas ever is forever linked to pain. Labor pain to be exact.
My parenting journey has come full circle. And, let me tell you, it ain't easy.
When you're overdue, hot and miserable waiting isn't easy. As I found out, however, the timing principle isn't easy...especially while blubbering.
Miracles do happen. Because of a dead car, my daughter and grandson are still alive.
Identity comes from knowing who you are in the here and now. But, it also helps to understand where you came from. A recent trip to Arizona reminded me of love and identity.
Life is short. So is our time with our kids. There won't always be dirty diapers, temper tantrums and back-talking. Even in those moments, it's important for us as parents...to be present.
Every Monday I text all three of my kids in a group text. They're older now - 31, 25 and 16. I know. Yeah, big age differences. That's a story for another time. My youngest just got a phone in August. Each kid had to wait until they were 16 before they got a phone.… Continue reading Own What You Know