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My social media feeds are full of everybody's new year's resolutions. My email in-box is overflowing with tips and products to help anyone achieve any goal, from the 10 resolutions for the fiscally savvy to celebrity slim-down secrets. Whatever about me needs changing, help is just a click away.

This week, I am absolutely digging this story posted on the Huffington Post parents feed. It's all about the way one family told their son he has Down syndrome. I love how the kid just basically shrugs his shoulders and goes on about his day, the weight of what his parents had known for so long having absolutely no impact.

I am not some kind of uber feminist. Really. I'm not. The world has changed a great deal in my lifetime. Women have broke through so many barriers. But I do believe there's still work to be done.

I sat in my car and cried this morning. Everything fell apart at 9:07 a.m., to be exact.

While working on a freelance writing project this week, I learned something that is kind of shocking to me. There are children at every school in Amarillo going hungry on the weekends. Every school. Even in the "upscale" neighborhoods. Even in your neighborhood. Sometimes, I am guilty of living in my happy little bubble of oblivion. This is one of those times. I literally had no idea. Ce

My advice to new parents: decide NOW how you will teach your child about biology and the birds and the bees and allllll  that. Don't think, "Oh, I've got a good ten years or so before I that topic comes up." I did that. Don't make that mistake...

Every mom needs a little break from reality each day, right? Mine usually comes in the form of a trashtastic hour of reality TV and may or may not be accompanied by mindless snacking. It's how I unwind.

Well, we are now officially three weeks into a new school year and I've already had to have a conference with my kindergartener's teacher.

Raising boys while being a female is difficult.  I just don’t understand the way their brains work. I struggle to get in there and make sense of what they are thinking or how they are processing their thoughts.  My oldest son, who is my biological and the one I have raised since birth has been the most confusing.  For years I have begged him to brush his teeth, take daily showers, wear clean cloth

As a parent I thought it was my job to shelter my children from the evils of the world.  There is so much wrong with the world we call our home, so many bad people doing so many bad things.  I keep my kids safe.  I keep them cozy in their warm beds.  I keep them away from all harm, but in doing so I think I also keep them from fearing the evil in the world.  They have never had to worry about the

About this time every year, I find myself disgruntled. My disgruntlement is always a direct result of a brand new school year and all the old feelings it stirs in me.

Tuesday was the first day of school for us.  I home school my children and I always start the day after Labor Day.  Just seems to be the first official day of fall, in my mind at least.