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.
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.
My mother hails from a large family. Twelve children large to be precise. A five boys and seven girls journey which began for my grandparents in their teens with the last being born when my grandmother was in her early forties. My mother is the youngest of the girls and second youngest of the 12.
This has been coming for a while. I saw it coming in the not so far off future last year when my youngest began reading sentences and realized 'my mommy's picture is in the paper.'
Oh how I wish I had the knowledge to pen the piece I truly want to write. A few weeks ago some families in our town experienced yet another epic weekend in the area of high school sports.
What would you do if everything you knew and believed to be true were suddenly challenged?
I'm not sure about the rest of you, but I blinked for a moment sometime in October and somehow found myself in the middle of November. Perhaps it was the late change of seasons, the delayed temperature drop or those two kids I spend much time chasing … I'm really not sure.
Last week, I promised myself I would not write another sports related column. I am the 'mommy' after all and we do have a very well-spoken Sports Reporter on staff.
I've been waiting two weeks to write this piece. If being completely truthful, I almost wrote it Oct. 10.
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