Saturday Morning might mean driving one child to a soccer practice, another to a birthday party, dropping off the dry clean, picking up the first child from soccer and the second one from swimming or was the second one at a birthday party? This means that the closest you ever get to a leisurely breakfast is watching other families enjoying theirs as you wait for your latte in the drive-through lane.
One of her signature indulgences was what I affectionately called “sugar bread”. I was certain that only my grandmother served these heavenly treats until I watched David Rocco frying pizza dough and smothering it in honey
Vacation plans can present their own set of challenges. A consensus among family members has to be reached. Various alliances are formed, treacherous behavior is to be expected, “mom is right, we should go to Europe this year” says the conniving child while winking at his father. Bargains are negotiated, treaties are signed “You may have 3 consecutive Pizza nights preceding and following the vacation should we go to Cuba instead of Disney”.
My Family plan was traditional and fairy-tale friendly:
Fall in love : check
Get married to the man I love: check
Have my first child by my third wedding anniversary : FAIL
Have my first child by my fourth wedding anniversary: FAIL
Have my first child by my fifth wedding anniversary: FAIL
Have my first child by my sixth wedding anniversary: FAIL
Once upon a time, there was a mother who claimed to have faith in God, and in His will and mercy. And then, her only child started Summer Camp. For the first time. Ever. Subsequently, proverbial Hell broke loose.Faith was replaced by worries, doubt and flashbacks of every Criminal Minds episode her excellent memory could conjure up. Hours seemed longer than their supposed 60 minutes duration. The clock was consulted every minute and a half until pick up time rolled around. Then again, the pick up ritual started 45 minutes before its actual time as this “faithful” mother waited anxiously...
Why start my publishing journey by writing a story for children? Christian children? My faith, my son and the angels I serve in my Sunday School class. I have been writing since before I can remember. Writing occurs in spite of me; independent of my will. My son, extraordinary in my eyes, has the same ordinary love for superheroes as the average youngster his age. Despite my best efforts, Bible stories could not compete, night after night, with the allure of Spider Man or Captain America. We would read Moses one night and he would ask for Lightning Mcqueen the...
The book has a list of suggestions about simple activities that could be incorporated to add joy to our lives during winter or at any time of year.
Here are a few of the suggestions:
Reconnect with an old friend
Do an activity that you loved as a child
My family loves food. All of us. I think we secretly mistrust anyone who does not. We love to eat it, shop for it, prepare it, discuss it, and plan for future meals while still in the middle of one. Food is even our gift of choice. As a teenager, I had the chance to visit Paris and returned home with a wheel of camembert and a small tin of foie gras for my father; he welcomed these gifts as if they were precious stones. After the glow and warmth of the Holiday table, the following days can seem...
Sign #3 is of particular interest: if your child emphasizes the ‘right?’ at the end of his/her statement, take it as a sign that you are TOAST.
Morning Ritual: I am not a morning person. I am in awe of people who great the morning with eyes wide open and a charming smile. I often think that waking up is an accomplishment in and of itself and any attempt to fake happiness at 6:00 am is an exercise in futility. Having made my peace with the fact that I am a morning grouch, I have, nonetheless, cultivated a morning ritual that helps me cope with the wee morning hours. An important component of this ritual is the making of my bed. With eyes half shut, I make...