the lost art of conversation

When I close my eyes and remember my childhood, and picture my mom, she's on the phone. My mom spent a great deal of her day gabbing on the phone. Having private conversations with her girlfriends, relatives, gossiping and laughing and pretty much lost in her own world. Thinking about it now, it was the… Continue reading the lost art of conversation

top 5 reasons I’m a terrible mom blogger 

I don't ever make lists  I don't have a "niche" I have no unique expertise on parenting, except for flying standby with kids. That I know something about I spend more time envying other moms rather than being envied (or presenting myself in an enviable way) I think I'm far too self-conscious to self-promote in… Continue reading top 5 reasons I’m a terrible mom blogger