Posts Tagged ‘parenting blog’

Don’t Be Stupid

When you’re a parent, the early years with your kids are very controlled. What they eat, wear, believe—everything is pretty much controlled by you. And when they do things you aren’t into, you teach them out of it. Like pooping in their pants. When they’re really little, pooping in the pants is OK but it…

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Can You JUST….????

The thing about nagging is it’s not by choice. No one wakes up hoping for a hectic morning of things not being where they are supposed to be. No one wants to get into it with their kids (repeatedly) about taking their underwear OUT OF THEIR PANTS before throwing them in the laundry bin. And no…

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Just Part Of Being A Girl

You know, it’s funny. After all the summers I spent living at Camp Tanuga, I never really paid attention to the differences between boys and girls until my visits this summer. I think it’s because when I was living at camp I was immersed in it–but now I’m back to being just a visitor so I’m…

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Don’t Overthink It

My girls and I are scheduled to speak in a few days at an adoption event in the metro Detroit area. We are very excited to be included, but it occurred to me this morning that I don’t have any idea what we’re going to speak about.

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“Fell On Black Days”

The day started out normal enough. I woke up, as usual, before my alarm. Looked to my left. No one there, but I’m used to that. My husband always leaves for Camp Tanuga, where he is one of the directors, late in April so not waking up next to him this time of year–though not…

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Know Your Worth

  When it comes to committed relationships, there are two types of girls. (There are probably more, but for the point of this piece, there are two.) First, there are the girls who make their guy better. These girls genuinely like the guy, and they see potential—sometimes from day one. From there the relationship grows…

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The Election: 2016

During the final weeks leading up to the 2016 presidential election, my 7 year old (JJ) asked me every day: “Mommy, who are you voting for?” And every day I’d respond the same way:

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What Happens When You Give Up Your Name

I got my first tattoo when I was nineteen. At the time, I was very tight with my dad and in a relationship with someone I really liked. My dad also liked him. It was the end of my sophomore year at Ohio State, so while I was in no hurry to get married, I figured…

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