I’m proud to say I’ve made it this far in my life without ever having cooked a turkey. That’s no simple feat for an American Awesome Mom. However, I did serve up a Thanksgiving spread at my mother’s house so wonderful, it could’ve made the angels sing (objectively speaking, of course). Keeping with tradition, we…
If you have an eye-rolling teen, don’t be offended by the gesture. This is why. There is this interesting technique for creating calm from within, where you cast your eyes upward and look at the sky for a few seconds. It’s a self-soother. Picture yourself looking heavenward and saying, “Why me?” That’s the self-soothing gesture I’m…
Choosing to reframe how you perceive your daughter’s response is one of your awesome superpowers.
“Do you have a bodily sign that signals you are needing a break or you are on the edge of stress?” This question was posed on social media recently. As I read the responses below, I was struck by the repetition of the symptoms (some of which I’ve experienced myself on occasion). “Hands shake. I…
Last week my mother cut out an article from the New York Times touting how a gluten-free diet is dangerous to your health. It frightened her because I eat gluten-free. And, for goodness sakes, it was the New York Times, so it had to be true.
This year, I’d like to suggest an outside the box twist on the traditional Valentine’s Day. Normally, February 14th celebrates that special love between a man and a woman. But for the nearly 12 million widowed women in the USA, Valentine’s Day can represent a day of loss. It can also be painful reminder that they are alone for the more than 53 million women raising families by themselves.
Let’s nurture the women who nurtured us, the women who are raising our next generation. Let’s take them out for Valentine’s Day, or spend the evening with them.
Here’s 10 ways to turn the day that ignores those without a significant other into a celebration of appreciation. Enjoy some quality one-to-one time, or gather a posse of your constituents, and celebrate in style.
When I was a teacher, there were two ways to end the class:
Teach until the bell rang, and have the kids scramble to get to their next class in 3 minutes; or
Stop a minute early and let them get ready to leave.
I was known to do both, depending on what I was teaching. But, on the days when we had a minute to spare, my students were charged with making me laugh. A good joke, especially a science joke, was their ticket out of my room before the bell. (That was actually frowned upon, but the kids never went too far because they were listening to the others jokes.)
But there were rules. (Of course there were rules. We were in school.) No profanity. Nothing derogatory, sexist, racists, blond-ist, etc. Here’s a few I jotted down in case I ever needed them.
I promise if you look closely at anyone who appears to be doing it all on her own, you’ll find “Supermom” actually has help…a husband, daycare, housekeeper, older siblings helping out younger siblings, relatives, secretary, a staff at work, a nanny, a virtual assistant, public transportation, food deliveries, restaurants, babysitters, dry cleaner, accountant, advisors, teachers, books, carpoolers…