I wrote this poem for my birthday. Hope you enjoy. Ode to Middle Age I don’t feel 44. I don’t look it, I think. I mean yes, Certainly The crows feet creep out from the corners of my eyes Lines arch across my brow Cracked skin spans my chest Veins rise on my hands-- Bearing witness to my years on this planet. But I am not somber cynical or resigned As ...
Do you get so many silly questions as a twin parent? Often the same ones, in the same order. This just made me laugh!
To avoid peanut allergies, feed your kids peanuts from a very young age.
A dresser fell on this two-year-old boy, and his twin brother came to the rescue.
A poem about being two years old, dedicated to my twin boys on their second birthday.
Inspired by witnessing my father-in-law’s death last month, this poem offers wisdom and solace for those caring for both children and sick loved ones.
I learned a few lessons in the past week, surviving 5 days of the nastiest stomach bug I’ve ever encountered. Here are some tips to help you get through when (sadly, not IF) it happens to you.
Not all our travel has gone smoothly. Between an 8-hour delay and Z getting the stomach flu, the past 48 hours returning to Hawaii from New York have been brutal.
I came across a great article in the Huffington Post on how to talk to your children about the results of the 2016 Presidential election.
By signing up for absentee ballots, you can vote with your children by your side, encouraging them to take the democratic process seriously.