How to Protect Your Eyesight: Tips for Writer Moms and Their Kids

We are all guilty of spending too much time staring at screens. Computer screens, cell phone screens, TV screens – each one is damaging to a writer mom and her children’s eyes. Commonsense.org states that children between the ages of 8-18 spend 7.5 hours daily with media and technology. As parents we can control screen time up to a certain age and then it becomes more difficult. Not only are children spending too much time in front of the screen, but so[Read more]

5 Tips to Sharpen Your Kiddo’s Brain

Childhood is an important part of every person’s life.  What you learn in your childhood is what you carry throughout your life. That is why training your children in various aspects of life is so valuable. It is this time itself that we need to focus on sharpening the minds of our children.  This adds to the overall personality development of the child.   1. Design a morning fitness routine  Physical fitness not only benefits the body but it also sharpens the[Read more]

11 Ways Motherhood is Agonizing (And I Don’t Mean Labor)

Share0 Share +10 Tweet0 Pin0 Do you remember how it felt?That fear as the countdown to the most joy and possibly the most pain you’ve ever felt approaches. You can’t help but be apprehensive.With my son, I basically went drug-free. 18 hours of labor and yes, it did hurt. But with my daughter, I had an epidural. What a difference.But there’s something no one tells you. Being a mom is agonizing, too.And there’s no epidural for motherhood.You can call it a mother’s hormones,[Read more]

It’s a Sticky Life

  Imagine a situation that’s very sticky and write about it. My head pounds to the beat of my three-year-old girl’s tapping foot on the kitchen linoleum. I rub my hand down my makeup free face. Coffee and a shower. That’s all I need to make it through this day. “Cheerios and milk,” Lizzy says in a voice that makes want to call her captain. “It’s coming, Miss,” I say. I remind myself to breathe in and out while switching[Read more]

Until Tomorrow

    We hear her voice calling us to come inside. His little heart drops to the dirt. He doesn’t want to go in, even if there is pepperoni pizza waiting on the table. I don’t want him to go either. He looks up to the deck; so do I. She’s not there yet. There is still time. He drives a yellow and black car –Bumblebee– in the sand, making roads with the miniature tire prints. He hums and makes[Read more]