It’s still dark outside.
I walk in right on time.
Well, maybe a minute early.
So that I have time to watch her sleep.
She looks just like the toddler she used to be.
Except now her bed is bigger and so is she.
I went to the mall yesterday with my two kids. My giant 16 year-old son and his sister, my petite 14 year-old daughter.
We had just walked through the doors, and were on our way to one of those smelly teen emporiums to return a shirt, when I noticed these two men staring at us. ...
I fell in love with you last Friday night in Miami.
But don't worry. It's not what you may think. I'm not a stalker. And I'm not (too) crazy.
I'm just a 47 year-old (happily married) mother of a teenage daughter.
I’m back from my daughter’s birthday trip to NYC. And I can easily say that it was everything I had hoped for. And more. From our arrival Sunday morning to my flight out Saturday, it was filled with lots of shopping, laughs, history lessons, food and loving moments. We walked over the Brooklyn Bridge, rode...