Lost in TRANSition Diary Entry The Other Parent (OP) “It’s a delicate art.” She said. That was my former spouse’s response to my indelicate question about how he/she hid her junk in the bikini he/she was wearing. It was the moment I realized that she was no longer ever going to be he again. Nor […]
Yesterday, I was home sick so it gave me an opportunity to see what my daughter’s morning routine was. When it came time to do playground drop off, my fearless kid who faced the first day of school without a single tear, turned into a stage 5 clinging toddler-like preschooler. Even after I showed her […]
My dearest daughter, I am writing you again just after another coward felt emboldened to take the lives of innocent concert goers. I could care less who did it because in the end, this person is a coward and does not deserve to be remembered. It hurts me to know a mommy like me […]
It was a typical Saturday morning. I was running with O to Target to buy yet another birthday present for one of her friends. Target is my shop of choice for birthday gifts. Walking into the store, I saw him and his smile met mine. It’s unusual for me to even notice anyone in […]
My dearest daughter, It’s election season and your mom is stuck in her election spin cycle. It’s a time when I pay attention to a bunch of people who tell me they know what’s best for me. These people don’t know me or my particular issues, but this is part of democracy in action. I […]
Well, firstly, I was told by a local never go to the Baltimore zoo but the National Aquarium was a must see. As you enter, you’re greeted by a rainforest habitat complete with a waterfall. It was so impressive that it got me so excited to see the rest. The first floor features an IMAX […]
A journey back to a sense of well-being.
Yes, I succumbed to the nebulous peer pressure of the digital age and downloaded Pokemon Go five days after it’s release. I don’t even know what possessed me. I’m usually resistant to digital peer pressure but this seemed like fun. When I initially downloaded it, I had made a promise to myself to not let the […]
Every year, I am heartbroken when another baby, toddler or child perishes because a parent has forgotten them in the car. I do not judge these deaths. I just morn them.
I wasn’t sure I’d ever write about my rheumatoid arthritis diagnosis because I didn’t want anyone to think I felt sorry for myself. But I do feel sorry for myself but not because I have this disease. No, it’s because it’s changed my parenting and not in a good way. Over half a year ago, […]