Life flows. The kids grow, we all get older. Like ourselves and our kids, our parents are aging as well. Some of us raise kids while caring for elderly parents, the so-called sandwich years because we are sandwiched between the needs of both ...
When I was a new mama, many moons ago, I was a bit crunchy. By that I mean I cooked most things from scratch (made crunchy granola too), did cloth diapering for a time, made homemade bread, homeschooled the kids. As more kids arrived, I became ...
This is where I come from. No, we weren't sharecroppers in the dust bowl. We were the Moriartys from the south side of Chicago. This photo is of my parents and the first five children (I am number 8) on the back porch of the house we grew up on. ...
My dad died when I was 18. Prior to that, we had a complicated and confusing relationship. Every year since then, these honoring holidays are troublesome for me. Once I had kids, they became about celebrating my husband for Father's Day, or me for ...
Stop Self-Sabotage In Its Tracks Change is hard! If you've been reading here for a while, you will know that lots of changes are going on here. Some good and welcomed. Others surprising and challenging. Change is hard because the ...
