A WARRIOR PRINCESS I AM. My Scars are my Trident, and I will wear them well. This would be arrogant or foolish or both if I thought any of this came from my own power. It does not, but that does not make it any less valid. In fact, it makes it more so. There …
Sooooo…here I am once again attempting to write for Single Mom Smiling, my blog begun in 2011. Maybe “attempting to write” should be exchanged for, “…attempting to write brazenly for Single Mom Smiling.” Let me explain… Single Mom Smiling was begun in the midst of trauma. In 2009, I was a SAHM and had just …
My Grandfather, Lieutenant Commander, Navy WWII Pilot, and NYPD Captain, better known as My Hero (to me anyway), passed away suddenly last week. He was 94. My heart hurts… It wasn’t my weekend with my kids so I had to go tell them their Great Grandfather had passed. I can hardly write the words now. I …
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The article I wrote for Catholic Stand entitled See Something? Say Something caught the attention of Relevant Radio’s Morning Air with John Harper, and I’ve been asked to be a guest tomorrow morning! The article focused on New York’s policy of, “If you see something suspicious. Say something to somebody who can do something about it!” I spoke …
When I first began Single Mom Smiling, I was in a bad place and no one understood. I had people who were there for me as much as they could be, but at the end of each day, they went home to their lives, and I was stuck, a prisoner in a life I could not escape. …
So…because five boys, teaching high school math in a Catholic school, being an 8th grade CCD Confirmation catechist, starting a new life coaching business, and I don’t know what else isn’t quite enough… I’ve started a monthly, faith-based newsletter for the divorced, for single parents, and for those struggling with marriage and family issues. (Don’t worry …
This is our summer of lasts – Troy will be leaving for college in just a few weeks. The summer of lasts. Every once in a while it hits me, what that really means: the summer of lasts. It probably sounds dramatic. I know my kids have rolled their eyes more times than I can count as …
This year I again had no time to write out and send Christmas cards. I thought of friends near and far those I see all the time and those who I haven’t seen in years and are fortunate to still be 20 years old in my eyes. This year, I did buy the cards and really did …
