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It has almost been two decades of mother’s days. Not sure how that happened so fast. I remember wondering what it would be like being a mother. If I would be a mother. Be a mother to who? I have … Continue reading
Category Archives: Stepmother
The Last Time Poem From the moment you hold your baby in your arms, you will never be the same. You might long for the person you were before, When you have freedom and time, And nothing in particular to … Continue reading
So. GRIT. In my last post I started talking about GRIT and shared with you a great Ted Talk about it (here) I then shared with you the article (and video) by Salman Khan that talks about learning and Growth … Continue reading
“Blood makes you related. Loyalty makes you family.” I was scrolling through Zandra’s Instagram the other day and she had posted a pic of her and her step bro at her Mom’s. Someone had asked the question if it was … Continue reading
“One evening an old Cherokee told his grandson about a battle that goes on inside each and every person. He said, “My son, the battle is between two wolves inside us all. One wolf is evil. It is anger, envy, … Continue reading
I’m not a person who has a lot of enemies. I’m not a person who has a whole huge group of friends either. I have some very close friends and then I have some friends in various circles; my work … Continue reading
Alexandra was 6 years old when I met her. She was full of personality! I knew she was a very special girl. When Rob told his ex wife that he was involved in a serious relationship with a woman with … Continue reading
“Don’t take this the wrong way, but it’s a bit of a nightmare co-parenting with you.” How am I not to take this the wrong way? The words were barely out of my ex-husband’s mouth and I could feel my … Continue reading
Having gone through a divorce, and then a remarriage and a blending of families, I often wonder what kind of baggage my kids are going to have. I stress about the idea that they will have abandonment issues, commitment issues, … Continue reading
When I first met Gabe, he was 9 years old. He was super cute, and super chatty. He was so comfortable with adults and had his Dad’s charm. I instantly liked him and knew he was a special kid. However, … Continue reading