“Why does everyone think we have a favorite?” Sophia said.  Anna replied, “Yeah.  It’s like asking a parent if they have a favorite child.  Everyone knows you can’t pick and that you love them the same.”  In a rare moment, my girls sat on the kitchen stools chatting happily at me while I made dinner. …

I sat with a mess of memories in front of me. Reflections from our fishing trips, vacations to the beach, our wedding, the births of our babies – all in shiny ornaments to be boxed away with the holidays now over. The tree ornaments were a reflection of our collective identity as a couple. We…

On Halloween night I sat on my sofa with a ho and a hum.  This was the first year I did not spend part of the trick or treat festivities with my daughters.  My eldest goes with friends now and needs no help with costume assembly.  I didn’t even see her this day.  My youngest…

Halloween is one of my favorite nights of the year.  Particularly when it lands on a cool, windy evening and you can hear the leaves crunching and rustling underfoot as the children laugh up and down the sidewalks before shouting “trick or treat” at doorsteps.  I enjoy the occasional whiffs through the air of burning…

October is Domestic Violence Awareness month, so we are again sharing Susan’s personal journey on today’s blog. Domestic Violence Awareness Month was launched nationwide in October 1987 as a way to connect and unite individuals and organizations working on domestic violence issues and raise awareness for those issues. For more information on their work and…

I was hovered over the toilet scrubbing with my magic wand – the toilet brush.  Sophia, then 6, paused at the top of the stairs next to the bathroom door and peered in at me.  Sheer delight spread across her face.  “Mom! Are we playing Cinderella?” she asked with enthusiasm.  I wiped a bit of…

The mood was somber.  Every Monday morning we take 15 minutes to check in with each other.  All of my co-workers gather and we look at the week ahead.  This week we all woke to the horror that happened in Las Vegas Sunday night.  Our hearts were heavy and our minds distracted as we felt…

“Angela? Party of Four.”  We waited patiently on the bench in the Chicago airport for our table at the crowded eatery during our layover to a short weekend vacation.  We watched and waited for the other Angela to get her table.  “Angela? Party of Four!”  The server tried again, annoyance seeping into her voice.  My…

This week Angela was heartbroken by the news she lost a client to suicide. She again shares this message about depression and seeking help. The morning my divorce decree would be signed, I lay in bed on a tear-soaked pillow feeling like I could stay there the rest of my life.  That dull morning, I…

“Are you planning on getting Sophia’s birthday cupcakes for her class tomorrow?” I asked.  “Well, it wasn’t on my radar,” he replied.  Due to a schedule change my daughter’s dad would now have her the night before her birthday and also the night class treats would need to be prepared or purchased. I pushed forward. …