I will not raise namby pambies. I want my children to know work. To grow-up to be independent, contributing members of society. To have common sense. And to understand that no one is entitled to anything in life; if you want something (anything, really), you better be prepared to work for it. This mom won’t coddle her kids forever and have a 30 year-old child still living at home someday. Nope. Continue reading
We are settling in. We are missing one another. Allison and Lindsay are doing fine but they miss their Dad in subtle and not-so-subtle ways.
“Daddy and I were stuck like glue,” Allison cried yesterday. “Now I am stuck with you.”
I know what she means. Continue reading
You see that handsome fella there? That’s Henry. He’s 18. Continue reading