I've always believed in the power of psychics, mediums and people who say that they can see beyond what is physically tangible. I believe because I choose to and there are some things I've been told by Tarot card readers and mediums that has made it virtually impossible for me NOT to believe. However my husband, and I quote, says, "It's fun but I wouldn't put that much stock in it, and I … [Read more...]
Join me (and some of my favorite bloggers) in the web’s first ever virtual cooking school
Although I've openly admitted that my cooking skills leave a bit to be desired I also know belly aching about it- will get me no closer to that perfect pot of pasta. I also shudder to think my son will grow up one day and tell his spouse (as my husband has told our kids about his own mother)..."My mom was an awful cook." I'll be glad if he tells his spouse, "My mom may not have been the BEST … [Read more...]
Being the mother of a daughter, especially as she gets older, gets complicated
As a mother I know my every move is being carefully recorded and dissected by my daughter; my mini-me, my living, breathing shadow. Whereas when she was younger, and more easily distracted by shiny objects; i.e. her attention could be diverted by a candy necklace or a new video, I wasn't as concerned that my every action would become a finely etched memory in her consciousness. But as she's … [Read more...]
Your kid will be happy with a glass of chocolate milk
I really have tried hard not to succumb to the parenting pressures evidenced all around me-- this need in our culture to shower our kids with stuff and experiences. My husband ever the grumpy pessimist has on one too many occasions uttered the statements, "Kids will be happy with whatever you give them- even if it's just a cardboard box." Of course my husband, who admits he's from a generation … [Read more...]
My son¦the dancer?!
I never thought I'd be one of those moms. The mom who flinches when her five year old son asks if he can take a dance class. I hate admitting my reservations about his request. Don't get me wrong, it's not that I stuff his little body in a straight jacket and forbid him to move his body to music. Quite the contrary. Ever since he was named, Best dancer of the summer at his day camp, (although I'm … [Read more...]