The Single Mother’s Guide to Getting Your Car Summer Road-Trip Ready

This is a sponsored post written by me on behalf of for IZEA. All opinions are 100% mine.

Open roadRoad trips are no doubt one of the best parts about summer. The open road. The sunshine. The small towns to explore and new sights to see. It’s a glorious time to get away from the hustle of normal everyday life. Not to mention, if your children are young, the thought of getting on a plane is the stuff nightmares are made of. In the car, your screaming children will be disturbing only you, and you can crank up the tunes to help ride out the tantrums. While the thought of packing up kids into a car can cause a mild anxiety attack for single moms, the fun of the adventure is just too much to miss out on. Once your decision is made to hit the open road, it’s time to prepare the car because moms shouldn’t have to worry about anything other than sibling fights and how to get to the next rest stop in time. (more…)

The Art of the Fight

I’ve written a lot about the girls and their exploration of the meaning of sisterhood. Their ups and downs are fascinating to me. It’s the intangible of the sister dynamics that keep me watching and wondering how it will all turn out. The never-ending saga of will they be friends or will they forever be at each other’s throats. The line between love and hate is so fine. (more…)

Mom’s Extra Special Peanut Butter Treats

If I had to describe my diet growing up, I would say that it consisted of beef ramen noodles, Kraft Macaroni and Cheese, and Dr. Pepper. I cross my fingers every day that that mixture of nutrition doesn’t come back to bite me. It was my diet of choice. I like to look back and fantasize that my poor mother just didn’t cook any meals and I had to do what I had to do. That, of course, isn’t true, but the fantasizing has done a number on my memory. When I look back at my childhood, I can remember my mom cooking two things: Grammy’s Mac and Cheese and her extra special peanut butter treats. There was one fateful night of borscht, but we won’t go into that horror story here. (more…)

Story’s Stories

For those of you who know how I’ve suffered with Story’s blatant lack of interest in learning to read, please join me in a collective sigh of relief. Story has been voluntarily reading to me every night. I have the great Mo Willems to thank for that. I’m truly excited about this, and something miraculous has resulted, folks — a mother’s dream really. Well, my dream. Story wants to be an author and illustrator. And she is practicing this art morning, noon, and night. She enjoys this new work so much that even my overt enthusiasm has not deterred her.