Something about the signs of our long awaited summer brings back amazing memories of my childhood and the neighborhood we lived in.
A girl, Alizay Cardoso, was born June 4, 2011 to proud mother Shaylee Cardoso of Oakdale. The newborn weighed six pounds, two ounces upon arrival at Oak Valley Hospital.
Three simple words traditionally used as a person faces a cake lit with candles to celebrate their birth, "Make a Wish."
I have always believed that the best test of friendship, is to see who is surrounding you during the worst of times.
It seems only fitting that a 'mommy' would be so overtaxed that she would need to wait until after Mother's Day to actually produce a column about said event.
After a few months of hibernation and quality family time, along comes April. This April in particular, I could not help but wonder what life might be like in another zip code. April in Oakdale is - simply put - jam packed. We start the month with Little League Opening Day and conclude it with a good old fashioned Easter Egg Hunt. My favorite April events however, have held steady for the better part of ...
Sibling rivalry need not have boundaries or age limits.
Life is full of metaphors, or at least mine is.
In just a handful of days the air surrounding the parish of St. Mary's Catholic Church in Oakdale will once again smell of corned beef and cabbage. This Saturday, March 12, will mark the 40th anniversary of the Annual Corned Beef Dinner.
Unlike the rest of my colleagues, I have the task of writing a column twice a month. It was my idea, so I guess I really shouldn't complain - but at times it's tough.
For those who follow my column I feel the need to lead this week's submission with an apology.
There is a certain sense of vacancy, which seems to slowly have begun for our quiet little town.
We are officially one month in to the 2011 New Year. As a person who does not make resolutions each January 1, I cannot help but wonder how everyone is doing with their new promises to themselves.
As parents we love our children … unconditionally. Yet, as my stepfather has pointed out - we always love our children, but we do not always have to like them.
So, I have a confession. I have honestly spent the better part of the last week trying to find a topic to write about other than my children and the holidays. The date of this issue is, after all, December 22, so it would only seem natural and obvious to address the season. But I do that every year. This is the argument playing out in my head - again and again and again. As ...
I believe stores should be closed on Thanksgiving. Once upon a time ... They were. Soldiers, service professionals, restaurateurs; they know it is the nature of the business. Personally, I view these as necessities. Many people opt for dinner out on Thanksgiving and emergencies/civil order, well that goes without saying. Shopping does not fall under the necessity category in my book. I spent ...
In the role of parent we are never void of the knowledge that eyes are always watching. Be it the eyes of our children, our peers, family or society at large. No parent is perfect and we all have our moments. 'Slips' happen, but if we are truly fortunate the 'eyes' bring it to our attention.
I'm a firm believer in the old adage of 'older and wiser.'
I did it. I accomplished a goal which once seemed inconceivable. A dream so big, I was once not brave enough to dream it.
On Sunday, October 20 dozens upon dozens of women from the tri-city area (Escalon, Oakdale and Riverbank) will flood the streets of San Francisco as participants of the 10th Annual Nike Women's Marathon benefitting the Leukemia/Lymphoma Society.
Times they are a changing or … are they?
I sometimes run out of words. I am fairly certain for those who know me in my personal life this has prompted a smile. I tend to be 'naturally' wordy, which indeed has its benefits in the way of column writing. Sadly, even my 'short' thoughts are run on sentences. So, when faced in these situations of 'out of words' with a column looming I look ...
I recently learned of a reader sharing their dissatisfaction with my column. After all, who really cares about my kids and what I have to share about them?
I really had hoped to not have to pen a column on this topic yet again this school year, but once again I'm faced with a frustration I know I am not alone in.
It's hard to believe, yet the time has passed and once again we (us parents) find ourselves amid yet another school year. This is indeed a momentous occasion in our small town of just over 20,000. Whether you are the parent of school aged children or not ... heed fair warning.
My twenties were not spent changing diapers, shopping for formula or even pushing a stroller. No, quite the opposite. My twenties looked exactly as I had envisioned as a young girl. They were spent completing college, working long hours and building my career. It all seemed perfect.
Children change us.
I'm training for a marathon.
I'm not one to sit quietly when it comes to something I love. Proof positive of this would be the simple title of this column space, Mommy Musings. I love my kids and the older we (all) get the more I grow to love them and parenting. Oh, sure we have our moments…plenty of them. Growing up, however, I was always told we take the good with the ...