No Namby Pambies In Our House (and a book inspiration)

Talk to the hand

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.”

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Can you teach an old cat new tricks?


You see that handsome fella there?  That’s Henry.  He’s 18.  Continue reading

Pseudo Stay-at-Home-Mom


It’s the unknown that’s rattling me.

For the last few months I have been a pseudo stay-at-home mom. And I am not sure what I think about it.

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