Three is the angriest number.

*** I remember once feeling superior that my lovely little human never went through the “terrible twos” and giving myself a pat on the back for (so-far) raising an even tempered, happy little girl.  “Oh, I bet that one’s a firecracker!” I’d hear countless times at […]

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Five things that drain me as a parent (and none of them have to do with my kids)

*** When I was five years old, I watched Albert Peece* eat glue at our kindergarten table. I gagged uncontrollably the first time I witnessed it. As the child of a large animal veterinarian, I had seen some pretty disgusting things in my young life by then (those […]

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Free yourself from Second Wife Syndrome

*** Why is my house quiet? Why did I wake up this morning without my three year old, Ivy, staring at me ala The Ring? The reason for this temporary euphoria is because my 13-year old step-daughter had a sleepover last night. And when big sister […]

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