It has been one chaotic few months!  After a few months of looking at houses (and putting a few offers out there), we found our house.  It's perfect for us and I'm so glad we waited.  I completely believe in fate, and this house was meant to be ours.  It needs some work but we're up to the challenge.

So after a few weeks of escrow, we got the keys right before Labor Day and we've been going non-stop since. 

Empowering my teenage daughter to love herself, have self confidence and listen to her true voice is challenging, to say the least.  Quite possibly, this is because it took me years to develop this set of life skills myself.  So, when she asked me, the other day, “Mom, how do you be assertive”, I was simply at a loss for words.  You see, it’s not a si

From the August/September Issue of Working Mother

Making sure everyone is on task, figuring out a new (less expensive!) solution, making your deadline come hell or high water. If you’re anything like me, you’ve spent the better part of the summer getting the job done—at work and at home. All of which brings me to this picture. To me, this is what it’s all about: making sure everything and everyone is working smoothly so I can escape with my family for some pure do-nothing time.

You’d think the statement “It’s not fair” would be commonly heard around our house. Strangely, it’s not. Or at least it wasn’t. I’m not sure why we had the good fortune of escaping it for so long, but it has recently become a part of our family’s vernacular.

From the beginner reader’s selections to Harry Potter and beyond, research shows that how well you prepare your child at home with reading determines their lifelong, academic success.  

You finally got out of work on time to make it to your child's first soccer game! Don't miss this special photo and video opp. Andrea Allen, senior content + community manager at Vimeo, shares how to capture the winning goal. 

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The only way I seem to be able to find time to write the blog post is when I am absolutely captive, like I am now, flying to DC. No worries though because I am sitting in an exit isle, so I can help people get off after we crash AND this is a unique seat because it is a row of one. This is good for everyone on board so they don’t see/hear me jump when the wheels go up or we hit a patch of turbulence. I understand there are thunderstorms in DC… pray for me.

My husband and I have a joke. When we see some lone soul running along the side of a country road, we pose the question, “Is he/she running or fleeing?”  If you could see the faces of these people, sometimes you would assume fleeing, because running is painful…and hard.  Like why in the hell else would they be out there in sub-zero weather, or equator-like heat, to pound out the cement, putting mile after mile behind them with gritted teeth?