You see this pasta bowl? It’s a symbol of my family’s durability and commitment to celebrating each day as if it’s our last. This thought dawned on me last night as I was preparing dinner. It was pasta night at…
Move Over Apple Pie, Here Comes Banana Cake
Remember when I admitted I’m a glutton for pie? Well, turns out I’m also a gorger for banana cake. There’s just something so traditional, so comforting, so homey about it, although I must admit I’m willing to try pretty much…
The Road Map
If I could have a road map for one aspect of parenting it would be for teaching self-love and self-esteem. I’ve struggled with these concepts all my life, but they take on a whole new dimension when viewed through the…
When You Wish Upon A Star …
Hakuna Matata! We’re not exactly living in a time of no worries, but there’s never a wrong time to dish about Walt Disney World. Am I right or am I right? Oh yeah, Disney, baby, that’s where my head’s at…
The Simplicity Of Saying I’m Sorry
Wanna know the one aspect of parenting in which I’ve become an expert? Apologizing. I’m ashamed to admit it but I scolded—scratch that, I flat out yelled at—my daughter last night after she deliberately disobeyed me when I asked her…
A Lifetime Of Pool Days
I spent Friday afternoon in the swimming pool with my daughter, just the two of us. I didn’t plan it that way, but it was the best afternoon I’ve had in a while. She was in a rare mellow, calm,…
The Artistry Of The Arts
I’ve been flying on an emotional high for the past two days. On Saturday, Josh Groban live-streamed his first-ever “virtual” concert for fans, and it was everything I had hoped it would be: heartfelt, emotional, and therapeutic. He grabbed his…
Crosses To Bear
You know the story about the man who carried a heavy cross? It goes something like this: There once was a man who carried a heavy cross. He carried this cross for days, weeks, months, years, until one day he…
Sidekick
I’ve never been much of a poet but sometimes the urge will hit me, and I’m compelled to act—or in this case write. I don’t remember exactly when I first drafted this poem, but it was somewhere in the vicinity…
Goodbye Doesn’t Have To Be Forever
I never realized how sad it would make me—or how much it would hurt—to say goodbye to our Bing Bong. If you don’t know who Bing Bong is, do yourself a favor and watch Disney’s Inside Out. I double dare…