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My middle child will graduate from kindergarten next week. And a little part of me is dreading it in a big way.

Like a lot of other people on Monday, I spent way too much time watching TV and checking social media for updates on the devastating tornado in Oklahoma. I checked on my family that lives there and reminded them I love them. I don't know if it's the fact that journalism never quite leaves your system, or if its a natural inclination, but I tend to overdose on news. Death and destruction of any kin

Tornado season is among us, and this week we have been hit hard in the area.  So close to home.  It feels so much closer when we realize that it could very easily be our town, our neighborhood, and our schools that were hit.

Oh, that dreaded sound that comes in the night that can jolt a mother out of a dead sleep... Someone is about to puke.  Noooo!!!

Ohhhhhhhh social media. Much like my creaky knees, it's one of the many things that reminds me of my age. Every time I log on, I am horrified by at least one thing posted by at least one twenty-something. My tolerance for certain behaviors just keep shrinking.

The subject of bullying has come up a lot in my life lately, both from friends and my kids. In varying ways, in different forms, we have all been bullied. I truly don't believe that anyone can claim to have never in their lives been picked on, teased or ridiculed. Bullying is a universal experience. If you ask most adults, I bet they would say that they want bullying to stop. Parents and teachers

My husband is a man’s man.  You know the type.  He likes sports, cars, guns,  you know, manly stuff.

Today, all is right with the world!  I have been stressed to the max, waiting to find out where I would be interning after grad school, when I would be moving, where I would live, how my final exams would turn out…

Sigh. I think the hardest thing about being a parent is there's no darn crystal ball. There's no instruction manual. There's no FAQ's. No help desk. No troubleshooting matrix. Nothing. We can Google and read books and ask for advice... but at the end of the day, it all comes down to gritting your teeth, making a decision and hoping it was the right one.

Mother’s Day is upon us and what an awesome day for any mother out there.  We are honored and should be if you ask me.  But, the question I have is,  where did you learn to be a Mom?  How did you learn the necessary skills to not kill your child?  How did we as Moms get to the point where we know “best”?

I am a planner.  I love to know exactly when things are going to happen, how they are going to happen, and who is responsible for ensuring that everything goes off without a hitch.  In parenthood, unfortunately, our plans often don’t mirror the picture-perfect scenario that we have played out in our heads.

I've been hanging on this blog a lot lately: travel50stateswithkids.com. The whole site is built around the concept of taking kids to all 50 states--in as little as 12 trips even. I know, sounds crazy, right? But I have to admit, I'm kind of digging it. There are numerous clubs for this, by the way. Google it!