Well, in our tiny village, we must be the BEST strongest soldiers because within the past five days, we have endured two life-altering battles. And we are still here for one another, holding each other up through all the pain.
Moms are all in the same boat – making our way through muddied waters called Motherhood. Day in and day out, we experience the same crap. And it doesn’t matter if you are a stay-at-home mom, working-mom or whatever-type-of mom.
The year was 1990. I was 12 years old – not even a “teenager” yet when I went to my first junior high dance. It cost $2 to get into the “Skylark” – the dance club for teens in my hometown. Inside the double doors was a coat rack that led to a small eatery… Continue reading Middle school dances — awesome or lame?
Music fills our memories.
Homecoming isn’t what it used to be.