I click on every article I see about hospitality. I love the idea of come one, come all Sunday suppers, of friends popping in for coffee at any time, of people stopping by for dinner any day of the...
Summer can often leave you feeling like you need a break from parenting. You might even be looking forward to the start of school and a much-needed hiatus from the intense fun you and your family have had over...
When you go to get a divorce, you are given ENDLESS documents and paperwork. Everything is in writing, and in the words of Stevie Wonder, “Signed, sealed, delivered... I’M YOURS!” Well, technically you end up as no one's, but...
It is impossible to reminisce over my childhood and not think of books. As soon as I was able, I devoured chapter books. I have vivid memories of my parents taking me to the mall on Friday nights to...
I’m sitting here at the kitchen table tapping away at my keyboard as my son is sitting next to me doing the same thing. We are both working on homework — he for school and me for Jacksonville Mom....
I was still pregnant with my son, Wyatt, when I wandered onto a pregnancy board on BabyCenter.com dedicated to parents of children like mine. It hadn't been long since I had been told he would have Down syndrome, and...
I am a single mom EVERYDAY.
During my recent scroll through social media, as one does when she is wasting time, I heard a mom blogger (with a large following) say, "I’ve been a single mom today." When in fact,...
The Uniboob. Long ago, a woman was dressing for her usual morning run when her husband walked by, gave her a sideways glance and muttered “hmmm.” The wife immediately asked him what he was hmmming about. He shrugged his...
My husband travels off and on for six months a year. When he gets home from his work trips, I’m normally pretty spent. I work full time and have 3- and 10-year-old boys. By the time we get home...
I don’t like washing dishes. It’s hands-down my least favorite chore, but I’ve learned that having a clear sink helps keep me from being stressed in the mess of my home. I don’t think it's the act of washing dishes...
I used to wonder which came first — my anxiety or the glaringly obvious fact that my son has special needs. After some reflection, it seems that I have always had anxiety. It manifested itself throughout a rather difficult...
It never fails. My husband packs his bags for work and gets on his merry way. He arrives safely and everyone back home (my two kids and me) are settling into daddy being gone — and BAM! You know...