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.
Life is full of metaphors, or at least mine is.
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.
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.
I'm not sure about the rest of you, but I love Thanksgiving.
The San Francisco Giants have won the World Series.
The topic of this week's column is one that has been weighing on my mind for quite some time. Intellectually speaking, I've pondered how to make a point without offending any one particular reader group. Recently as I struggled with the topic I realized, as a newspaper there is no way possible to make everyone happy all the time. So … with that said … here goes nothing.
As an only child, I spent a lot of my childhood surrounded by adults.
Planning a wedding is not for the faint at heart.
I love my life.
Last week our oldest child started Kindergarten.
We're still in a recession. This simple sentence is far from breaking news, even for a small weekly such as ours. Legal Notices continue to occupy a minimum of three complete pages in our paper each week and property rental ads continue to come and go quickly in our classified section.
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.
Oh, the joys of parenting and finding our way through traditions and guidelines. I must honestly say, it amazes me (frequently) how often I reflect back on my childhood as a Cliff Notes of sorts to parenting.
Today finalizes the annual celebration lovingly referred to in our household as "Christmas in June."
I did it. The thing I swore I would 'never' do. The purchase I 'swore' I would never make. Yep, I folded. The unthinkable. I did the unthinkable.
There should be a support group for people such as myself.
It's happening. The day I hoped would never come. The transition has begun.
Graduation season is once again here.
My column is a week late.
I'm still recovering from Boston.
And so it goes … another Rodeo Week has been put to rest in the Chapter Book which encompasses my Oakdale life.
Transitioning from my Reporter role at the Oakdale Leader was necessary in my life for a number of reasons. The one most at the core were my children. I knew I needed to work full-time. I knew I needed to stay local, but I desperately needed flexibility.
There are some days I think I'm wiser than others, when it comes to parenting.