Why I Don't Say Yes If My Daughter Asks If She Is Pretty

I am excited and honored again to be published on Mamalode. It’s about my one of my favorite topics—talking about beauty with our girls. Hope you enjoy! Why I Don’t Say Yes If My Daughter Asks If She Is Pretty, Mamalode, April 18, 2017


One Way or Another: A Christmas Story

I went to pick Wally V up from his Sunday morning class after our church service last Sunday. “Do you want to go home and get ready?” I asked. He looked at me and burst into tears, “My head hurts!” he balled. I escorted him through the crowds and to the car, feeling like a bad mom for not having noticed he might be sick. You see, it was all working out perfectly, according to my plan....


5 Tips for Pretend Play: A Survivor's Guide

I am gathering the last few things we need for the morning of errands—snacks, water, a sucker for a bribe—and my daughter, slight pixie fairy surfer girl with her sweet, sweet curls hanging down her back wearing a full Spiderman suit makes herself as tall as possible (up to my waist) and stands in my path. “Can we play Beanie Boos?” she asks, her already high bubble voice...


On Thinking Like a Child

Yesterday I woke up and went to the kitchen to make my coffee. We have a craft table in the kitchen, which I garbage picked a few months ago on a walk. (We were a few blocks away from home when I spotted it on the curb ready to make its trip to the landfill. I could hear the garbage truck a few blocks away. We live in a town where some people believe it is acceptable to throw away a...


No Sleeves: On Life with a 3 Year Old

Once, when I had just graduated college, I was in the grocery store dairy aisle. These were the glory days (grocery shopping-wise), when a trip to the grocery store did not mean putting on 3 coats and 6 shoes to get out the door, unbuckling 3 people, trying hard to make sure no one died in the parking lot, trying to execute a pre-planned route through the store before the inevitable melt down from...


Why I Don't Tell My Daughter She's Beautiful

When Vivvi was a baby, people constantly told me how much she looked like me. And occasionally, I looked at her and it was like looking in a mirror that reduces your age by 31 years. It took my breath away—this feeling that I was born again 31 years later and got to meet myself. But then at around 2 years old she stretched out, lost some of her chubby cheeks, and people stopped saying it. (I...


Sibling love: On the Brother and Sister Connection

Wally and Vivvi were arguing about which show to watch. She wanted “Jake the Pirate.” He wanted “Sofia the First.” He convinced her to his side by offering to give her an old dust buster he found laying around. They sat happily on the couch together, her holding the broken appliance, both totally engaged in the tales of the girl-next-door turned princess. (Husband Wally...


The Big Brother, Or, The Knight in Ripped Jeans

Follow my blog with Bloglovin Vivvi got a mild case of pink eye. I brought the drops home and Vivvi happily let me do the first round of drops—she didn’t know what was coming. The next time, we had struggle and tears. By the third round, this was a two man job. I pinned Vivvi down on my lap and forced her eye open. Husband Wally held the drops, and we tried to coax her to open her eyes. We...


Why I Didn't Want to Have a Girl: A story with sugar and spice, and zits and maniacal laughter through tears, and everything nice.

In 2010, the Wallies and I were in the room with the ultrasound technician. She was chatty, strange, and coveted by every pregnant woman in the region for her gender-proclaiming accuracy. I didn’t need her super-power skill, though. I knew. My pregnancies were totally opposite. With WallyV I was so nauseous I hated life. I love food. I think of food constantly. And nothing proved this more...


Brothers and Sisters: Our Partners in Crime

Last night we spent the night at my parent’s house. The kids slept in one room (Vivvi in a crib and WV in a bed), and we slept next door. This changed up our usual routine in a way that may end up changing up our routine forever.Read more