Twelve years ago, I made a decision to follow my head, not my heart, and put my career first. I'd just completed my first post-college internship at the Abilene Reporter-News in Texas and, having impressed my supervisor, was offered full-time employment at the end of my three-month stint.
A conversation I had with a co-worker a week ago left me feeling glad I don't have to make the tough decisions and unpopular calls that will be necessary when my daughter becomes a teenager.
I wouldn't say I'm an overly involved parent when it comes to events, fundraisers and helping out at my daughter's school. Of course, I try to lend a hand when it's needed and I do participate in special functions, but because of my busy work schedule and the fact my office is over an hour away from daycare, I'm unable to just pop by for a visit or to help with lunchtime holiday parties.
Two weeks ago, my husband, daughter and I struggled to come up with a fun way to pass a Sunday afternoon. My mother-in-law had just been staying with us, and she left that morning to head back to Florida. Since I'd given our house a good, thorough "pre-mother-in-law-visit" cleaning before she arrived, I was completely caught up on chores and housework.
St. Anne Catholic Church's new 26,000-square-foot sanctuary is well on the road to completion, and Father Joe Smith couldn't be more pleased with how things have gone so far.
There's nothing like a good, old-fashioned road trip to ensure that good parenting habits and ground rules are not only broken, but stomped to smithereens and tossed out of a (moving car) window.
On Sunday, Nov. 9, 2014, my world came crashing down around me. It was the day I learned my mother has stage 3 lung cancer. My mom and my sister, who live in Missouri, broke the news to me during a FaceTime video chat, and I felt everything and nothing at the same time.
This "Santa Claus is coming soon, so you better be good" thing is working out great for me so far.
I didn't cook Thanksgiving dinner on Thursday. My husband, daughter and I went to a restaurant in Richmond Hill that offered all the traditional holiday fare at a reasonable price. It was the first time in my life I did not eat a home-cooked meal on Thanksgiving.
Moms want everything and nothing at all. We want to be everywhere at once and also nowhere to be found. We want to impress everyone, handle every chore imaginable and spend every waking second bonding with our children. We also want to totally escape from life. Failure to accomplish this leads to immense guilt and, occasionally, foul moods.
Typically, I use this weekly column to address parenting issues, reflect on challenges faced by (fairly) new moms and provide what I hope are amusing anecdotes that stem from daily life encounters with a toddler. This Sunday, though, I'm going to explore a topic that's more indirectly related to - but still very much a part of - child-rearing.
I recently saw a meme posted to a social-media site that said something along the lines of "Having children: Your way of showing the world you no longer intend to be on time - ever."
I dislike talking on the phone. For a number of reasons, I've never really been fond of telephone calls or conversations.
OK, I admit it - a few months ago, I suffered from a very short-lived bout of baby fever. I'm happy to announce, however, that I've fully recovered.
RICHMOND HILL - In an effort to drum up support for Fort Stewart, which is facing threats in the form of sequestration and BRAC, Hinesville Mayor Jim Thomas spoke to the Richmond Hill Rotary Club on Thursday at the City Center in J.F. Gregory Park.