I really need to start writing down the cherished love bombs my kids toss at me like word grenades, making me swell with self-doubt and run to the self-help section of Barnes and Nobles. My family–the wind beneath (or rock upon?) my wings.
My husband Kevin and I will be celebrating our 28th anniversary this year. No small feat, for sure. What’s our secret to a thriving midlife marriage, besides not killing each other in our sleep? Being married for a quarter century or more takes a lot of work, but I’ve boiled it down to a few key “staying strategies.”
I buckled down one Sunday afternoon to tackle the weekly meal plan. But the reality of it took a turn for the worse mid-week, as my carefully crafted meal plan morphed into a meal ban, one dreadful dinner at a time.
Ever get to that point with a family tradition where you question whether it’s past its prime? I mean, it might have been fun and memorable for years, but now, for whatever reason, it’s just . . . not? I’m there this Christmas. No, it’s not Elf on the Shelf. That exploded onto the scene long after my boys would… Read more »
With the boys coming out of their homework haze, family dinner chaos rolls into our household right on schedule, like Ozzy Osbourne’s “Crazy Train.”