The man in this picture is Mike. He's my husband. He only has one biological child - a daughter, Ashton - but has become a father-figure to the seven teenage boys who practically live at our house. He gained the first son when he married me and became step-dad to my then five-year-old, Carter. The... Continue Reading →
You’ve been there. That day when you overslept, your 3-year-old wouldn’t eat breakfast and flat refused to put on pants. The same day you barely made it on time for an important meeting or class and when you finally made it back to your desk, your brain nearly exploded with a never-ending stream of assignments,... Continue Reading →
I had a pretty good idea of what was happening in his head, but how do you explain complex brain activity to a 10-year-old boy?
I’m driving the struggle bus today. Anyone need a ride? I picked up the lady down the street. She has a toddler who is absolutely not eating breakfast this morning or wearing pants and she’s got an important work meeting at 9. The dude on 4th street really wants to help his 5th grader with... Continue Reading →