Teenagers
Staying Connected To The Village That Raised My Son
There is something to be said for people who know your history, especially people who you have raised your kids with. It’s a bond, a connection, a union that reminds you of a time in your life when were exhausted, busy, and worn-down. A time in your life where...
Dear Middle Child
Dear Middle Child, I see you. It sucks not being the oldest (hello privileges) and not being the youngest (hello baby). You’re caught in the middle and you’ve had to carve your own title in our crazy family. You remind us often that your older brother is cherished,...
Being a Lit Parent Doesn’t Mean Pulling Out the Wine
We have the English language. We have Sign Language. We have Foreign Language. We have Unspoken Language. And then we have Teenage Language. Of all the languages, Teenage Language is the most difficult to learn. So much of what our teenager says actually means...
What Lies Beneath the Uniform
So young. So promising. So talented. Tonight, the sudden death of Washington State’s quarterback Tyler Hilinski rocked the sports world. At 21 years old, his death is tragic, devastating, and unfathomable. No death of a young person seems understandable but death...
Beyond the Whistle
High school sports are the best. Unpaid athletes coming together for the sole issue of being part of a team, representing their school and community and playing a sport they love. Sure, some do it in hopes of gaining a scholarship but since the percentage of high...
The Motherhood of the Brotherhood
Thanksgiving Day means gratitude, family, and feeding our faces all day with obnoxious amounts of food. It means morning Turkey Trots, afternoon naps, evening lounging and laughing with those you love. For high school football players, practicing on Thanksgiving...
The New Boogeyman Could Be in Your Kids Hands
No language or words can express the power of the love a parent feels for their child. It’s indescribable and for many of us, it was an instant love. I remember being handed my first-born moments after he was born and being overwhelmed by the immense...
Embracing our Daughters Begins by Embracing Ourselves First
I remember praying when I was pregnant with our youngest child for a daughter. Of course, we prayed for a healthy child and said the gender didn’t matter, but secretly I was hoping for a girl. I was blessed to have two healthy boys with strong Y genes from the...
The Best Thirty Minutes
The call came on Saturday night around 9:40pm. "Hi Mom" the familiar voice said. I stopped, smiled and without thinking found myself gravitating towards his bedroom, a place that once kept him safe every night and cocooned him from the world. But now- as a...
