Girls these days have no flippin’ idea what it was like growing up in the 1990s. We didn’t have texting, or email for that matter. We were forced to talk to people either in person, on the phone or by way of a folded-up piece of paper that looked like a triangle.
Yet the reason why I blog isn’t too tell others how to live their life, or to even complain about my own life. The reason I blog is to let other parents around the world know they are not alone.
We encourage our children to “go out for the team” and cringe if they are cut, knowing we will have to put a band-aid on their emotions. But, what if they aren’t cut, but instead make the team to only “suit up” and never play? Which is worse?
I get that of all the shit the kids can bring home from school, pink eye is the “best of the bunch” ...
Middle school dances -- awesome or lame?.
Music fills our memories.
Growing up in the 1980s with a dad who loved music molded me into the woman I am today.There is picture of me when I was around 2 with a set of headphones on, belting out a song.As I grew up, I would spend hours in my bedroom channeling my inner Madonna, Whitney Houston, Debbie… Continue reading Music fills our memories