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I am quite fond of the phrase "Never stop learning." I hope people always take whatever opportunity that becomes available to expand their horizons, meet new people, or explore new surroundings. Learning is essential to survival; but, I never considered the fact that my child could teach me a valuable lesson. I was proven wrong this past weekend.

Appearances are not everything.  Let me explain.  I have colored hair, tattoos, am pierced; wear metal shirts and jeans.  My husband has long hair, tattoos, three facial piercings, wears metal shirts and cut off pants.

Some weeks are just hard, and this past week is one for the record books.  It was one of those “can anything else go wrong” type of weeks, where you just want to crawl under the covers and hope for a better tomorrow.

I'm feeling a bit like a curmudgeon, of late. I think it's that spring has come crashing through like a tilt-a-whirl flinging me from corner to corner of my proverbial seat in life. And I'm someone who gets motion sickness very easily, mind you. Like, sick from a bouncy house sick. I once got sick sitting in a parked car on a windy day. True story. And, so here comes spring, that crazy perfect sto

Shopping for clothes is my least favorite chore. I know there are some people who consider shopping one of the great American pastimes. And there was a time in my life when I enjoyed browsing for hours and searching for a bargain. All of that stopped when I became a mom.

As a mom of six kids I obviously have a wide variety of attitudes and characters.  I can handle them all, except the defeated child.  I am sure most parents of large families have at least one, and I of course had to be normal.

I am sure that every mother has moments where she questions the choices that she makes for her children.  Are they in the best school for their needs?  Does he have the right pediatrician?  Does he need to be involved in more (or fewer) activities?  Is he getting all of the nutrients that he needs?

All the mayhem this week has brought to our nation--and our state--has made me do some thinking about the fabled "bucket list." I then remembered I actually have a note on my phone entitled "bucket list." It's a work in progress. Only one thing has been crossed off (learn to make sushi--thanks, husband!) I don't ever look at it, unless I'm adding something. And I certainly don'

Sunday I was on I-40 going through Arizona, and this time I fought for the chance to visit the Grand Canyon.  After convincing everyone in the car it was a need, we made the detour.  An hour later or so I was standing in front of such a beautiful site.   I cried.  I cried looking at the majestic beauty that was created by my God.

When we were kids, it was all about who was “going out with” who… but not until we were all sure that members of the opposite sex no longer had cooties.

This past weekend, I sat down with my kids and watched the documentary, "Bully." Bully is a film that documents epidemic of bullying in US schools. It follows five students and their families and chronicles the effects of bullying on their lives.

I never have enough groceries!