Do You and Daddy Still Have Sex?
Here’s a mother-daughter relationship breakdown: “Hey, Mom?” I froze at the sound of my daughter’s voice, trying to figure out if I should run and hide, or stay and chat. …
Boosting Your Child’s Self-Worth
Are you wondering how to repair a broken relationship with your daughter? I’m a big proponent of boosting Self-Worth; self-esteem, not so much. Read Self-Worth Versus Self-Esteem to better understand …
Self-Worth Versus Self-Esteem
March marks the one-year mark for the pandemic lockdown. Congratulations for making it through a very difficult time. If you’re old enough to be reading this, you may still be …
To Compare, Or Not To Compare… That’s the Academic Question
Children are wondrous Works-In-Progress. The way they grow and develop is nothing short of a miracle. The biggest error we make, and the gravest injustice to our kids, is to …
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The Best of You – A Lesson In Self-Appreciation
It’s daunting to be responsible for our daughters, who hang on our every word and deed. We try to be a good example for her to follow, but we are …
Healthy Holiday Recipe Sources
Holiday Season Survival Guide: Embrace the Marathon, Not the Sprint The holiday season is upon us, no doubt. Are you preparing for this November-though-January-marathon? I certainly hope so, because if …
I Appreciate You
My inbox is loaded with so many messages with the word “Thankful” in the subject line that I mentally brush them off. I get that it’s important to jump on the bandwagon during the season of buying, but it gets a little redundant.
That’s why I took note of an email entitled “I appreciate YOU!” It stood out from the crowd, but more importantly, it sent me right down Memory Lane and made me laugh aloud. Here’s why.
Forget Big Brother… The Cherub Is Watching
Seriously? She had me paged in a Connecticut store from California?
Hot under the collar, I found and punched the “R” on my keyboard, hit send, and rushed over to check out, hoping I had enough cash so I wouldn’t have to whip out a credit card identifying me as that Deborah Davis.