We got a cat.
It really takes just a minute for a life to change.
I love being a grown-up.
If you are the parent of a 7-year-old, I hope you have them in a booster seat today.
I recently had a 'moment' of clarity and it made me think two things: this will make a good column and I wonder if others experience this.
I need a little help understanding something.
On the morning of June 12, 1986 the farthest thing from my mind was how I would feel about my life in 25 years.
I never dreamed of being a teacher.
Will someone please explain to me what happens to perfectly rationally thinking adults as they enter a school zone?
There's a funny thing that seems to have happened to me since becoming a parent. Admittedly, I am no longer concerned nor bothered with the status of popularity.
As of this morning we are officially one week into the 2011-2012 school year. The jolt to our laid back summer morning routine has me wondering- How did you all fare?
Just 24 hours post a one-week vacation with my kids, I am faced with the task of writing something witty and entertaining for all of you - our readers.
As of late, I have had several friends point out that I am a "glass half full" type of person. Honestly, the "type" of person I am never truly crosses my mind. I do often ponder the amazing friendships and people I have come to know. I'm grateful for each of them, as these friendships create the fabric of who I truly am.
The past 10 years I have spent as part of a psychological study in human behavior.
It is pretty fair to say that during the course of parenting we eventually cross the path where we channel the parent we grew up with. The channeling can reveal its ugly head at any given moment. Sometimes we catch it immediately and other times it may require a little more thought and be a bit more indirect.
Another Halloween has made it into the Hammond Family memory books. This may also be interpreted as ... mommy has survived yet another Halloween.