Imagine if you didn’t have a cell phone, a car, light bulbs, television, grocery stores, or the Internet. Life would be pretty different! Though it may be hard for you to imagine this, every year the town of Mansfield, Missouri, “unplugs” itself to go back to the late 1800s as the townspeople celebrate Laura Ingalls Wilder, author of the beloved Little House books. These historical books chronicle the life of a young girl living in pioneer times, when she and her family had to grow and catch their own food, entertain themselves with stories around the fire, and use a horse-drawn buggy to get into town. (more…)
Ali and I are both firm believers in “It takes a village.” We’re lucky in that we have supportive families and friends and, of course, each other. However, I’ll be the first to admit that I lost friends after becoming a mother. My priorities changed, and if the friend didn’t have children, she and I seemed to speak a different language. I was exhausted, and the very last thing I wanted to do at the end of the day was get ready to go out somewhere. Eventually, I turned down enough invitations that I just wasn’t invited anymore. In my mind, that was okay though. How could I talk to someone who didn’t have children, didn’t understand? Now I know that my justification was simply ridiculous.
When you think of Mother’s Day, it’s usually a scene of light, airy colors, flowers, and tasty brunch. It’s not like that around here. About 20 years ago, my mom hung up her airy colors and exchanged them for bright red. If you know her, you might think I’m talking about the crimson red of Indiana University, the site of her college years and now retirement. That red, however, is too deep. This red is the bright bold red of the Ironman triathlon symbol, a goal of my mom’s to complete since her early 40s. (more…)
Yes, we have all heard this: single moms tend to be poorer than married mommies out there. But, should this be the case? I’d love to answer this with a resounding NO! Being a single mom is no fairy-tale, but you can achieve that comfortable life you have always dreamed of for yourself and for your children. (more…)
I’m not always sentimental about things. I couldn’t wait to get rid of Story’s bassinet and baby clothes. Most of her artwork has found its way to the recycle bin. And when I’m in purge mode, nothing is safe. However, I have a very strong attachment to one particular piece of furniture: the recliner.