It's only been in recent years that I am at peace with food, and I am certain that this is much more than a temporary truce. Why did it take me such a long time to appreciate the value in my acupuncturist's words? Look around, there's a standard in this country that is harmful to women. Life is lived in many shapes and sizes.
I know it's hard to be a single mom. Though I've never been one, I have been the son of a single mom. We went through an awful divorce (their divorc...
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Two days before my mother died from cancer she asked, "You won't be contacting your father, will you?" They had been divorced 37 years but their animosity toward each other never waned. "Really? This isn't important right now mom."
Would it be comforting to you to hear more details of his days? Would he prefer to text during the day (just to let you know he's thinking about you) or have one long phone conversation in the evening?
Much like the feeling I had the day I spent in the garden with these same students, these are lessons that will be carried and accessed like talismans, woven into every aspect of their lives as they grow older and away from school experiences.
Is Boyhood the best film ever made? Doesn't matter. Will it make a lot of money? Probably not tons, and that's a shame, because the subject matter speaks to anyone who can remember growing up and/or has aspirations to do so.
You never know how much a compliment might help another person get through a tough moment, a tough day or a really tough patch of parenting.
Ah, the advice you get when going through a divorce. It's plentiful. Some of it's useful. "Start dating, NOW. The longer you wait, the harder it ...
Always, always, it comes back to what a garden means to me. A garden offers structure and reliable cycles. There's the renewal that's visible with each plant and tree, each blossom or new leaf.
My mom adopted me as a single mother. She worked countless hours to provide for me. Her work ethic is admirable. Her strength is contagious.
I thought of my mother, the young widowed mother, who never complained or sighed or rolled her eyes when the sink was full of dishes or when I slammed my bedroom door because I was a pre-teen and hated all of the world and everyone in it.
Whether you have actively made a choice to carry on as a single mother, or it's become a necessity based on your individual circumstances, this Mother's Day, here is a message for every single mom out there.
I hold your hand if you are a mother who can no longer see, touch or hold your child in your arms. I walk with you. In silence. I walk with you in respect. And I find a way to travel the depths of sorrow you have to live with every single day. Especially on Mother's Day.
I've always thought children are kind of like poorly-timed bursts of flatulence. You can tolerate them if they're your own, but other people's are simply unbearable. So in commemoration of this and other challenges of motherhood, I am hereby tasking my pen to acknowledge moms everywhere for all that you do.
As a single mom without a lot of extended family nearby -- and therefore hardly any fixed traditions or planned events that my kids and I can blindly participate in -- it's a lot of pressure to not only plan the festivities, but invent tradition out of thin air