People often tell me that what they love about me is how authentic I am. Its the biggest compliment to me. To be told that my greatest inner value shows itself so outwardly. But it wasn’t always this way, for most of my life, I did everything the “right” way. I lived only to make…
Raising a son in an age of #AllMenAreTrash
Last night, I said good night to a little three year old and today, I woke up as the mother of a four year old boy. A boy who is open and eager to learn about the world. A strong willed child who asks and listens to the details of everything. Who learns and absorbs…
The hardest conversation – Explaining death to a four year old
I’m pretty open with my child, I’m honest with the answers I give him and if I don’t know something, usually I will look it up. Something he asks about often is my dad. My dad died a long time ago. It doesn’t get easier but it does get easier to cope. Every now and…