When my hubby extended himself by spending some time on Amazon.com and ordering us a book on attachment parenting, far into our pregnancy, I reacted as any swollen, hormonal, hemorrhoid toting, carpel tunnel syndromed, sleep deprived, way-too-old-to- be-pregnant wife would: READ MORE
Girl goes on exchange to a strange country, where she knows absolutely no one. She is excited, thrilled, and a little nervous about what she’ll encounter there. Girl sees boy on her very first day at university. Girl sits next to boy and introduces herself. READ MORE
Italians love their sweets. For breakfast it’s always, always dolce. You cannot find a plain croissant in Rome. Most are stuffed with jam or custard, and if you ask for a plain one it’s been glazed with sugar—because why would you eat it otherwise? And for treats throughout the day? Well, of course, more dolce. READ MORE
Whenever I try to do anything, I can always trust that my 4-year-old daughter will be there to ask tons of questions. Most of the questions seem unrelated to me, but I’m sure in her mind it all makes sense.
Her: Mommy? MOMMY??
Me: In here! READ MORE
First, let me say that I am always one to do something because my feelings compel me to, not because I am an expert or that my opinion is so important, and writing this article is no different. So bear with me, and know that I understand that this is only my perspective and that I’m aware of the READ MORE