After all the admonishments about how mothers-in-law should behave, it's my duty to offer some tidbits in exchange. Here are my suggestions for how to be the daughter-in-law who doesn't deserve to be punched in the face.
Let me preface everything I am about to throw up (no pun intended) with an expression of deep gratitude. I am beyond grateful to be pregnant after working so hard to get to this point.
When a man is at the top of his game or running a multi-million dollar company, you never consider for a moment how happy his marriage really is, how his children are being raised or how the home front is faring with the pressures of his job.
What if you looked at your daughter and saw yourself? Not only the good parts but all of the negative self-talk you heaped upon yourself since you emerged from childhood. What would you do to stop your daughter from carrying the weight of that nonsense?
There is nothing worse than having other people's success rubbed in your face. That chick who went viral and has a book deal? She's probably banging someone at Random House. At least while you loathe her for her success you can comfort yourself with the knowledge that your moral superiority is vast.
I'm sitting at Starbucks. It's 7:05 p.m.. I have a notebook with me. I have doubts about trying to record my thoughts here, in this way, but I've seen so many people do it, that I am willing to give it a go.
Bloggers be like mason jars, cheese boards, standing mirror selfies, latte art, pumpkin patches, striped straws, sun-streaked shots, party props. I present a Valentine to my fellow bloggers.
Blogging is ruining my life. How's this, you ask? Let me dive in and tell you all about my blog-induced woes.
Here's what I would like to say to all the mommy bloggers who are good writers and pretty funny and offer good advice about how to deal with a toddler who will only wear ballerina tutus: You ain't seen nothin' yet. And you moms out there who have kids over 5 know what I mean.
The best day ever was when I remarried last summer -- my two daughters and my husband's two sons were the entire wedding party. What followed was the anticipation of the best honeymoon ever to Bora Bora! I couldn't believe how euphoric I felt... until I hit "the glitch."
I've realized that being a toddler is a tough job. Your hours are long and sometimes you end up working a double shift. I understand you have an image to maintain but today we need to chat about a few things that's on my mind.
Blogging is really simple, but can be complicated if you don't build your foundation right! If you're like one of those that has questions, here are my recommendations.
My mother gave my five siblings and I some of the pictures from a huge cardboard box filled with pictures and photo albums. The box sat on the top shelf in my parents' garage. Today, I looked at some of those pictures to see if I could see them through my mother's eyes.
Mom wrote about sitting at the edge of el Rio Cangrejal in Honduras while her Abuelita Tinita slapped their clothes against the rocks. She wrote about when she stole the gallina when she was 10 because she wanted a soup so bad, she didn't think beyond her hunger.
Putting your parenting out in the public domain is no simple matter. It involves speaking about that which is closest to our hearts to a sometimes embracing, sometimes heartless, and sometimes even hostile public. Is it any wonder that writing about being a parent can breed insecurities where none existed before?
One of the things I most feared prior to motherhood, and one of the things that most annoys me about it now that I actually have children, is the way women with children are reduced to "mommies" and mommies alone, not allowed or not able to have an identity outside of their relationship to their children.