She was having a full blown fit pitching, tantrum throwing, melt-down right there on the food court floor {gross} with an audience of about seventy shoppers {of course}. The big explosive screams were like magnets to the on-lookers. Their eyes first went to the source and then diverted to the ... View Post

He looked at me from under a windshield wiper of blond hair tossed side to side as he scribbled on squares of copy paper. His gaze met mine when we both realized I was watching him. I smiled at his mom, owing her an explanation for staring at the pair beside me in the bagel shop. I couldn’t help it; ... View Post

But I’m not THAT mom! kept running through my head. I don’t do smocked dresses or big hair bows. I don’t sew. I barely BRUSH MY CHILDREN’S HAIR half the time for glory’s sake. How can I be a “girl mom” when I’m not even that girly? A picture of stair-step girls all in a row with matching dresses and ... View Post