Parenting Wisdom

I couldn’t sleep once again. I turned over to look to see what time it was. The clock said it was 2 am, it was going to be a long night. I had been tossing and turning for hours....

I recently overheard a conversation between my daughters: Emma: Charlotte, don’t you think you should be nicer to your only sister? Charlotte: No. Emma: That was a rhetorical question, so you didn’t need to answer. Charlotte: Why would you ask me a question...

I’ve been a writer for years. I usually write about things that are sentimental and heartwarming, and mostly in a way that is humorous. I generally see the good, or at least a silver lining, and gosh dang it...

I am a constant work in progress. Even at forty-two, I am still figuring out who I am.  Becoming the best version of myself isn't easy, but over the years I have discovered a few ways to live my...

People say my oldest daughter looks just like me. She and I also share sports interests and very similar personalities. At times the personality similarities can be a bit self-reflecting. Of course, these mirror moments are usually not at...

The year was 1986. The era when Aqua Net hairspray, Hair Bands, and the Golden Ages of Hip Hop music played a big part in my teenage years of the '80s. One cannot forget when Coca Cola attire, boat...

To All the Mamas Who Came Before Us: Please accept our sincerest apologies.  We apologize for getting frustrated when you could not return our texts or phone calls. Because the truth is you do want to talk to your girlfriends. DESPERATELY.  However,...

Have you ever thought of having your children rate your parenting skills? Close your shocked, open mouth and hear me out, please. I’m not suggesting you give them a comment card to complete and say “My pleasure” like a Chick-Fil-A...

We were eating dinner the other night, when Charlotte, my six-year-old, cleared her throat and politely asked, “may I please be excused?” I asked her if she had to go to the bathroom, and she said, “No, Mom, I...

  My great-grandmother's “R’s” melted and fell like home churned butter on her oversized yeast rolls. After growing up in Arkansas, she didn’t drop them completely, as I’m guessing her people from South Georgia did, but her vowels were complete...