Forget a midlife crisis, I think I’m going through a mom-life crisis. Just last week I blogged about not getting my four hours of freedom because of a snow day. I complained it was a conspiracy because every Tuesday since…
Author: Sabrina Manno
A Snow-Day Conspiracy
It’s a (insert expletive of your choice) conspiracy! When I decided to put my son in preschool a few months back, I had my schedule all worked out. My daughter would attend school every weekday except Thursday. Why did I…
No Regrets
Regret can be a scary thing. Especially when it blindsides you. We all have regrets. That’s life and there’s no escaping it. Some of them are small, like regretting that burger and fries you had the other day. Some are…
Who Are You?
You are who you are, but who are you? I’m getting a lot of positive feedback on my recent blog posts, from moms who understand the ruggedness of parenting and kids and the overall chaos that comes with raising a…
Here’s To You, My “Sheltering Trees”
“Friendship is a sheltering tree.” – Samuel Taylor Coleridge “A friend is someone who reaches for your hand but touches your heart.” – Kathleen Grove I’m in a friendship state of mind today. Last night I sat down and conversed…
Parenting Should Be A Judgment-Free Zone
I wish we lived in a world free of judgment and fear of judgment. Why is there so much judgment among parents these days? Aren’t we all supposed to be in this together? Don’t we as parents have enough crap…
Schooled By A Preschooler
Two nights ago, I overheard my daughter consoling my son and something she said to him was like a punch in my gut. He had gotten in trouble because he was climbing on our end table and knocked a lamp…
The Inspiration In Reflection
Hello Dear Friend, how I have missed you. It’s been two-and-a-half weeks since I last posted and so much has happened since then—and so little, too. The holidays have come and gone and, quite honestly, I don’t have anything positive…
Words Of “Wisdom” For My Daughter
My daughter’s vocation in this life is quickly becoming clear. The other day she came bouncing into the room wearing an over-the-shoulder baby carrier, with her precious Valerie nestled against her chest. My daughter loves that doll more than anything…
Perfectly Imperfect Siblings
It’s amazing how just three short years ago, my daughter thought of my son as a pariah who was not to be trusted, engaged, cuddled, loved. At least that’s how it seemed back then. I don’t think about that time…