Blog Posts

Jun 2, 2017
Happy Summer! Now that school is out and the summer is sizzling, you’re probably packing your bags for a little family getaway.
The getaway doesn’t have to be anything fancy. Some families love the beach. Others hit up national parks around the country. Even a visit to an out of state relative’s home is a great way to get away together as a family.
May 26, 2017
Most of us know at least a few children whose parents, for varying reasons, needed to pass on their parental responsibilities with their children.  So adoption isn’t a foreign concept. Even, if you don’t know someone who was legally adopted, you know of single mamas whose kids have stand-in grandparents, uncles, and aunts for family events.
May 20, 2017
It’s graduation season. Somewhere right now there’s a mom whose 18 summers with her child are up.
18 sounded plenty. Too many even that year when the diaper pail stunk all day, that year empty sippy cups were regularly launched from the backseat, that year when “why?” was the only word she knew.
But here you are, this year. And they’re over.
He doesn’t need you to tie his shoe anymore; she doesn’t need her hair braided into two tight pigtails. He doesn’t need his blankie; she doesn’t need a bedtime story.
May 10, 2017
As a little girl my annual Mother’s Day gifts for my mom were something like messy painted handprints on a scribbled card, a painted heart on a rock, construction paper cookie cutter tracings, and maybe a word of thanks prompted by my dad around the lunch table.

Like yours, my mom ooohed and awed as if I’d given her a Hawaiian getaway. Those gifts were appropriate and appreciated when I was in elementary.
May 6, 2017
When your baby brother gets married you always hope you’d gain a sister worth having. You know, one you can shop with, share clothes with, start a business with.
Wait.  Admittedly going into business together is a little far.
Typically you don’t plan to run a company with that girl you scrutinized the first time your brother brought her home for dinner. But that’s exactly what happened to Rachel Tarro.
May 4, 2017
Do you remember your favorite teacher?
I’ll never forget Mrs. Boyd. She was the first person who said to me, “I think you could really pull this off. Why don’t you come by after school to talk about it?” I wasn’t sure what I could pull off and wondered what crime I’d committed to usher in an after school conference.
I also knew I couldn’t stand her up.
May 1, 2017
Toddler tired midday meltdown ensued. At the exact same time newborn diaper blow out covered my shirt, her entire body, and the rocking chair. The rocking chair that I needed to coax my toddler to sleep in—immediately…if any of us were going to make it through the next five minutes.
I decided to let my toddler lay squalling on the floor. I hoped the lying down would put her to sleep. Not likely, considering the ear-piercing volume of her afternoon fit. But I left her and rushed the baby to the changing table.
Apr 20, 2017
Do you ever get tired of thinking about your kids? It’s okay to admit it. It’s quite the exhausting privilege—having children who need planning for and loving on every single day for (at least) 18 years.
We think so much about our kids: what to pack for lunches, when to wash their jerseys, how to cart three different kids to five different parties, where their homework might be buried underneath piles of bedroom junk, what coordinating outfits they need for Fourth of July, and on and on. 
Apr 12, 2017
Traditions anchor families. They generate security. They create memories.
Memories enrich a family by giving us a common language of shared experiences.  I’ve enjoyed repeating some of the same recipes and traditions with my children that my mom shared with me and my siblings when I was little.  Like an invisible cord, these traditions tie us together through the years.
As you plan to celebrate Eater this weekend with your family, here are several creative ways to create traditions and make the time together meaningful.
Apr 7, 2017
Practice makes perfect!” my piano teacher repeated throughout my elementary musical attempts. I’m not sure I’d call my awkward recital performances perfect. But my parents certainly beamed proudly in the audience and the crowd applauded my feeble attempts.  Looking back, maybe my few reluctant hours at my living room piano each week weren’t enough to perfect my skill.