photography by Alison Frank The last time I sat down to write, I could hear beautiful noises from across the hall. You were in your room, making crashing and exploding sounds to animate a war between Ironman and a Transformer. Starsceam, I think. You spied me tapping at my keyboard, then bounded toward me- all
We all have those moments (ok sometimes minutes or hours or days) when we ask ourselves “Why me?” Sometimes the question comes in the form of “@*%& WHY ME???!!!!!!!” and I totally get that. My most recent “Why me?” moment? Only my kid would wake up thirty minutes before we were to have our holiday
I am pretty sure I have already mentioned how hard it is for someone like me to raise someone like J.R. I think I am easy to please (my husband's wallet may strongly object to that statement) and it doesn't take much to turn me on. Really! Just noticing double Box Tops for Education rewards
Let me tell you a little bit about my typical three and a half year old, Jackson. What a nut. When I picked him up from school yesterday I asked him what he ate for lunch and his response was “fart pizza.” He was so impressed with his own joke that he laughed hysterically for
a rare pic of my children sharing the same space Trying to be on the ball for once this year, I scheduled a holiday photo session for this past Saturday. Like most South Floridians who live in total denial that the weather will dip below 85, I waited until Friday morning to come
