Parenting

Unpopular opinion: I don’t really like Santa. Well, at least not the celebration of Santa during December. I told my Mom that we wouldn’t be “doing Santa” this year. Much like everything, I am leading my kids and home back...

The day after our second daughter was born, my husband admitted he really wanted a boy. He adored our girls, but felt like something was missing. While I wasn't ready to commit to having a third child so soon,...

This is our official announcement! We have been working behind the scenes for a couple months now. PATH classes, home studies and an awful amount of paperwork have gotten us this far and now we are ready to share...

November is often a month set aside for thankfulness, and a tweet I recently saw reminded me of this in a great way. The post simply joked, “I keep hearing it takes a village to raise a child. Do...

Some of my first memories of Thanksgiving and Christmas included me looking anxiously at the calendar six weeks before the big days, when my mom and dad's work schedules arrived, to see who would be working and who would...

A funny thing happened when I moved south. Schools closed at the very threat of snow. Recess was cancelled when the weather got below 50 degrees Fahrenheit. And moms around the Chattanooga valley started murmuring that it was simply...

There are some lessons in life that are difficult for even adults to learn. I'm not talking about conjugating verbs in French, but rather, the act of looking around at the world and seeing each and every person as...

Confidence. Franklin D. Roosevelt said these words, "Confidence...thrives on honesty, on honor, on the sacredness of obligations, on faithful protection and on unselfish performance. Without them, it cannot live." His words sum up why true inner-confidence is so difficult...

I understand why people only post their highlights on social media. A couple of weeks ago, in the interest of being real, I posted about what a difficult morning I was having. By far, most people were kind, understanding, and...

Picture it: 1995, Wednesday evenings, 5:45pm. I dreaded all the above as I knew they meant one thing: piano lessons. You see, my mom grew up spending many a day at piano practice perfecting her craft, the one she loved...