This isn’t the path that I started down. That’s the thought that keeps running through my head today. This morning, while doing my normal morning Facebook perusing while my daughter stares slack jawed at Elmo on the TV, and I waited for my coffee to brew, I checked out my “memories”. If you don’t know …
I’m going to tell you a story. This is real life, pulled directly from the archives of my misspent youth (please note, I’m being a little free with the whole “misspent youth” thing as my youth was rather tame by comparison. I’m a white girl from the suburbs of Philadelphia. I did spend a good …
I think that I have been walking a thin line between thinking that my daughter is some super advanced genius child and maaaaaaybe there’s something wrong with her. On the super-genius-child side we have the fact that she is excellent at making connections. We taught her that if you rub your fingers together (you know, …
Becoming a mother has been one of the most rewarding (awful), magical (terrifying), and amazing things that has ever happened to me. I cannot even begin to fully explain the range of emotions that it fills me with every single day. It puts me even further in awe of my own mother. I know what …