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.
I was recently challenged by a request to produce some pictures of myself.
They're growing up.
There are a number of things I thoroughly enjoy about being a parent. Many of them I have the pleasure of being able to share here, with our readers.
Generally speaking, I'm an analytical type. More simply put, I think too much.
It's barely February and yet here I find myself, penning yet another 'sports related' column.
My month of December was not dissimilar from most of our readers. It was packed full of parties, shopping, holiday tradition and even a little quality family time.
It's been a few weeks since I've forced my mind to share some thoughts. Truthfully we all need a reprieve on occasion and as the only staffer who does this weekly, there does come a point where I too must take a break.
Another season has been wrapped up. This year marks one that dreams are made of, for many of this town's young men and their families. The 2012 Oakdale Mustang football season will now live on in the history books as well as the memories of all who will say 'I remember when.'
Magic is in the air and I am so grateful.
Finding the right words is not always easy.
I honestly don't remember when I first gained an interest in politics. In a column a few weeks back I candidly shared my interests were pretty typical 'girly' in my formative years (i.e.: music and teen heartthrobs).
Another Halloween has made it into the Hammond Family memory books. This may also be interpreted as ... mommy has survived yet another Halloween.