My paternal grandmother—my Nana—is in the midst of a battle with dementia/Alzheimer’s. It began several years ago with mild forgetfulness and has quickly progressed to an almost complete loss of memory. She has brief moments of lucidity, but they…
Author: Sabrina Manno
After about 13 years of working as an editor for various publications in New York City, I gave up my professional career to stay home with my two beautiful children. While I enjoy being a mom (mostly), the trials and tribulations that these two human beings put me through daily are enough to test the patience of a saint! And I am no saint.
I’ve spent the past four-and-a-half years struggling to find my way back to the autonomous, carefree woman I once was. My first step toward that goal came in June, when I took over as president of a local chapter of the International Moms Club. This role has introduced me to many wonderful moms, allowed me to flex my professional and creative muscles, and given me a whole new purpose! Most importantly, though, it’s motivated me to pursue my true dream: starting this blog.
I love to write, and I love to make people laugh, so that’s why I’m here. Full disclosure: I tend to be too open, a little (OK, a lot) sarcastic, and honest to a fault. I love my kids to the moon and back, but they drive me crazy and I’m not afraid to admit it or write about it.
Somewhere In My Memory
We were dreamers Not so long ago But one by one We all had to grow up. When it seems the magic slipped away We find it all again on Christmas Day. Believe in what your heart is saying Hear…
Finding The Solidarity In Loneliness
Sometimes parenting can be the loneliest existence. You wouldn’t think so what with the constant activity that comes with having children. But when the chaos dies down and you have a moment to breathe, you look around and realize you’re…
Words Are Everything: A Collection Of Quotes That Move Me
Two things to know about me: I adore the written word (obviously, or we wouldn’t be here together on this blog); and I am obsessed with lists; I even write lists for my lists. So, I decided to put the…
We See You, Dziadziu
My Dziadziu’s been coming up in conversation with my kids a lot lately. It started the other day during dinner when they were eating chicken nuggets. My son didn’t want to eat his, so my daughter and I were trying…
Do-Do It Again, Daddy
I recently discovered—over breakfast no less—that my husband has been teaching our kids the “diarrhea” song. You know the one: When you’re sliding into first With your pants about to burst Diarrhea, diarrhea When you’re riding in your Chevy And…
How The Essence Of A Book Sparked A Bond With My Daughter
I love the smell of books. It’s a bit of an obsession, really, and one I’ve had for as far back as I can remember. It doesn’t end at books, either. Magazines, newspapers, pamphlets, day planners, catalogs, you name it.…
I Am A Professional: I’m A Momma
I’m a big believer in signs these days. So, when I came across a recent article about a stay-at-home mom who has no desire to return to her managing editor roots because she believes her career was to raise her…
I’m Not Burned Out, You’re Burned Out
Blather, rinse, repeat. It’s been three months since I posted to this blog. Geez, where the heck did that time go? Back then I was dreading the summer. Not only because I hate the stifling heat and humidity (I’m a…
He Who Raises Me Up
I’ve talked about my past struggles (outside of parenting) on this blog before—dark days that felt hopeless and lonely and never-ending. One of those times was at the beginning of 2011, following a rugged, painful breakup and a bleak, tear-filled…