My (lacking) Bedside Manners

My bedside manners aren’t very good. Especially when I’m the one in bed. Oh how I remember those nights, when out of a sound slumber, I would feel the hot breath on my cheek, then hear a little voice in the darkness say,  “Mom… Mommy?...

So there I was. Dangling.

Our attic is above the garage. To get there, you have to go up through an opening in the garage ceiling. To get there, you use a ladder, then climb onto the refrigerator (which we have strategically placed under the opening), then climb in. It’s kind of a...
Don’t Control Me!

Don’t Control Me!

After speaking on the topic of control at an event, a young mom, eyes brimming with tears, came up afterward to tell me a woeful tale about her uber-controlling MIL. I listened compassionately, thinking, “Really? Could this woman truly be that horrible and...

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