From the time Margaret was a wee little one, my husband has told her this: “Margaret, if anybody, including me or anybody in your family including your aunts, uncles, and grandparents, tries to kiss or hug you and you don’t want to, you do NOT have to. You will not get in trouble. The only … More No, she doesn’t owe anyone a hug. Not even me.
Recently, I started reading George R. R. Martin’s A Game of Thrones, the first in the 5-book series. I’m only a hundred pages in and I’ve noticed a few things. 1) Unlike the HBO series, there has not been one mention of boobs (although there are several references to sex but as my husband points … More Let’s talk siblings
I’ve been pondering friendship a lot since last August, when Margaret started seventh grade. It reminds me of when I was in the 7th grade and first met several of my good friends. I’m not talking about women I lost touch with for twenty years and recently reconnected with on Facebook, LinkedIn, or other social … More The lost art of friendship
Let’s just say I haven’t always dreamed of wearing my mom’s clothes. But, the other day, I found out what it’s like to be in her shoes – quite literally. In fact, I can fit in almost anything my mom owns now. I hope that I surpass her in height, but for now it’s priceless … More There’s a Tweenager in the Closet!
