parenting

Suffering is America’s favorite thing to do. We starve ourselves to lose weight, and we’re a success story. We don’t sleep, and we’re just getting SO MUCH DONE. We do a thousand things a day and involve our kids in a thousand activities, because somehow, in some perverted way, that makes us successful.

The idea of trying to be friends with someone “different” might be more than a 5-year-old is meant to handle.

One way to combat negative outcomes post-election is to raise more inclusive children.

I am the best mom ever after I’ve had a drink. Notice I said… A DRINK. Well, maybe a drink or two, depending on the poison. Not a plastered mom — just a happy mom.

I don’t think I can say I learned anything from being hit, except for fear. I learned to be afraid of her.

But what can be said for the day upon which I am no longer enough? I dread that day.

Content Notice: Death

I'm not saying that I've got this parenting thing nailed, but I am saying that I've done it five times which is worth something.