Growing up in an immigrant family in an all-white middle class suburban neighborhood, I never felt quite like I belonged. As a child, I did not think about it or even take the time to feel much about it. Thinking back on it, all I remember is that I always felt different. Now I know…
Not Perfect, But Present
What The Breakfast Club Didn’t Teach Me
How could being a mother get any harder? What could make it any more difficult? I’ll tell you what. Being a mother to teenagers. It is hard for me to believe, but I am the mother to three teenagers. And I gotta tell you, this is not for the faint of heart. It is really…
I Just Don’t Know What to Do
The time has come to expose it all. I am going to lay it all out there for anyone to read. I think I need to be brutally real and honest. I am going to warn you– it isn’t going to be pretty. And you may end up not liking me much. But I feel…
When the Littles Stop Being little
I remember reading something years ago about how the last time for anything/everything happens without you knowing it. One day you just realize that it’s over. It stopped when you weren’t paying attention. when you were living your life. But when you realize it is over, it dawns on you. The never agains. These events…
