Tag: Parenting

My Letter To Santa

Honestly, kids aren’t the ones who need to pen letters to Santa Claus anyway.

It was the day that she nearly made me laugh so hard that coffee came out of my nose

I don’t want to live my life angry and, just because I have kids, it doesn’t mean I have to.

We all rushed to get here. When we did, it was electric bills and frozen waffles.

I’m ready for anything. I’m not excited about it. I’m not looking to have long talks about it. But I am prepared for it.

My son with Autism turned Raffi from singer to icon in our house.

My pockets overflow with Hershey wrappers. They tumble out along the floor like product placement in a Hansel and Gretel movie.

I pictured her handing me paper stacks of glue and popsicle sticks until she was in her 50s.

You never realize how much of your life isn’t kid friendly until you find yourself tasked with being friendly to kids.

The scariest part was never about what he would or wouldn’t do.