The following column was published in The News Courier in 2002, when Baby Girl was 9, but it’s about something that happened when she was 4. At the time, I had taken a brief break from journalism and owned a business that sapped me of energy and left me feeling I didn’t give enough to… Continue reading For the moms whose lives don’t resemble a Hallmark commercial …
Category: Single Momhood
From time-to-time, I write about my days as a single mom, the good, the bad, the ugly … and the resulting perfectly normal adult daughter.
The only thing we have to fear is … teenagers
The following is from my 2010 book, "Fairly Odd Mother: Musings of a Slightly Off Southern Mom" I have tasted fear. It tasted a little like a breakfast burrito backing up on me but that’s not the point. The point is that everyone has felt fear but I’m not sure mine count as real, medically recognized… Continue reading The only thing we have to fear is … teenagers
That time I broke the law to pay the bills: A former single mom’s story
This is for all the single moms out there so they will know they’re not alone, and for anyone who knows a single mom so they may understand better. People say bad things come in threes, and when Baby Girl was fourteen in 2008, our trifecta of misfortune struck: My dad died, the economy tanked… Continue reading That time I broke the law to pay the bills: A former single mom’s story
Welcome to the Booster Cult … er, Club
This column comes from my book "Fairly Odd Mother: Musings of a Slightly Off Southern Mom." If you are the parent of a child between seventh and twelfth grades who has chosen — due to an excessive amount of school spirit, the desire to wear cute uniforms to attract the opposite sex, or an attraction… Continue reading Welcome to the Booster Cult … er, Club
Oh, the indignities of parenthood
(A little something I wrote when Baby Girl turned 16. From "Fairly Odd Mother: Musings of a Slightly Off Southern Mom") July 2009 -- The tiny injustices of parenthood are too many to count — wearing formula stains to work, refereeing tantrums in Walmart, fielding the you’re-to-stupid-to-breathe-my-air eye rolls and having to eat the gummed, lint-covered vanilla… Continue reading Oh, the indignities of parenthood