Motherhood seems to make it nearly impossible to keep and make friends. It's not that old friends aren't still amazing. But if they don't have children, it can be hard to find any common ground. Chances are non-parents and single women don't find discussions about teething and diapers very interesting.
I think my husband and my daughter's pediatrician are in cahoots. Before I elaborate, let me stress that I like our pediatrician very much. He's been practicing for more than 20 years and has raised five healthy children of his own. He previously served as chairman of Memorial University Medical Center's Department of Pediatrics and definitely seems to know his stuff.
I'm not cool. I listen almost exclusively to classic rock, and I cannot pass up a "Golden Girls" rerun marathon. I don't have a sophisticated cell phone, iPad, mp3 player, gaming console, GPS, TiVo or any other trendy electronic devices. Now, I'm not a total cave-dweller; I do have a computer, a simple cell phone, a television and a DVD player, but that's about it. And I'm fine with that.
Raising a baby is tough. I doubt that comes as a surprise to the hardworking parents out there. What many people fail to realize is that having a baby is even harder when new parents have no support network.
Coastal residents and out-of-state visitors alike converged on Riceboro to learn about the Geechee culture Saturday through exhibits, demonstrations, performances and music.
Savannah Feed the Hungry made an encore visit to Liberty County on Saturday and the charitable food distribution organization brought along a special guest: Naomi Barber King, sister-in-law of Dr. Martin Luther King Jr.
Liberty County Chamber of Commerce members put business matters aside for a few hours Friday night and enjoyed fresh food and the company of friends during the annual membership appreciation Lowcountry boil.
My husband and I have really been trying to watch our budget lately, which means no eating in restaurants or ordering takeout. I've always enjoyed cooking so, if time permits, I don't mind preparing dinner at home most nights. The thing that deters me is actually the cost.
The delectable smell of perfectly smoked and sauced pork, ribs and chicken lured area residents to downtown Hinesville on Saturday evening, where the ninth annual Blues & BBQ festival ran from 5-11:30 p.m. in the Liberty County Justice Center parking lot on M.L. King Jr. Drive.
Many things about government make no sense to me. That may just be because I'm not a government policy scholar … or it may be because some government guidelines really are, well, senseless.
The United Way of the Coastal Empire's Liberty County branch kicked off its portion of the organization's annual campaign Thursday evening by announcing a slightly increased fundraising goal of $181,000 - $1,000 more than last year's $180,000 goal.
I think I know why society is a bit screwed up – and it might have something to do with the Kardashian family and people like them. No, I am not an avid Kardashian fan. Until recently, I didn't even know the first names of the Kardashian family members (well, except for Kim because everybody knows her). But after seeing a clip of their ridiculous show, "Keeping Up with the ...
Lisa Marra, owner of FraLi Gourmet, talked with a customer at the farmers market about her all-natural pasta and marinated vegetables, which she sold Thursday evening in Bradwell Park. Marra had never before set up shop at the Hinesville Farmers Market, but said she was enjoying her experience and plans to return.
I recently bought a new hair straightener (or flat iron - whatever you call it). It came with a pamphlet of info that included tips, suggestions, hairstyles and a 1-800 number to call in case the user runs into problems. The pamphlet didn't specify what kind of problems, which I found amusing. Do they mean if I have mechanical problems with the straightener? Or do they mean if I have ...
A member of Rogers Tree Service's crew takes down limbs from a large willow oak tree Tuesday morning in downtown Hinesville's Bradwell Park. A portion of the park near the tree had been closed to the public as a safety precaution after the tree was struck by lightning last week. Liberty County Extension Coordinator Robert Bell and an arborist assessed the tree and advised the city to take it down because the structural integrity of ...
My attempts at making more mom friends still are failing miserably. At this point, I'd probably try an online "matchmaking" site for women with children who are looking to befriend other women with children. Sort of like eHarmony, but with sippy cups and strollers. Actually, that sounds like a great idea because then I'd get to be very picky with my criteria, thus reducing the chances I'd get "matched up" with another mom I have ...
Before I had a child, there were a few things I noticed parents doing that really annoyed me, and I swore I would never do those things if and when I became a mother. For the most part, I've been diligent about sticking to my guns.
The Internet is bad for me. I'm an obsessive worrier, and I've only gotten worse since the advent of search engines. I often think that if someone got a hold of my web-search queries, I'd end up an international laughing stock. Among the best last week: "Can you become addicted to nasal spray?" "Affects of eating slightly brown guacamole," "Can Tums cause kidney stones?" and "My cat ate cellophane."
I'm an apologetic person. Maybe it's Catholic guilt. Maybe it's just in my nature. But I do love to apologize - mostly for things that aren't my fault. My mother has always said I'd apologize for World War II if given the opportunity. She's right; I am sorry for that horrible global conflict, but not because I think I had anything to do with it. In general, I'm just sorry it happened. It's an empathetic type of apology.
Every phase of "babyhood" has its merits, and I've loved them all so far. In fact, every time my daughter Reese enters a new stage of development, I swear that it's the best one yet. I honestly can't pick my favorite.
There's a topic I've always shied away from in this column - that of the working mom vs. stay-at-home mom debate. I never felt the need to broach this subject before because, honestly, I didn't really feel it was an issue anymore. I thought we, as parents, had moved past all that trivial nonsense and decided all mothers play important roles. Period.
As it turns out, all my worrying last week about how my toddler would deal with a flight from Georgia to Missouri definitely was not for nothing. In fact, probably the only thing that would have made the journey worse would've been a plane crash. And, sadly, it was my own meticulous planning that did me in.
I apparently did not learn my lesson two weeks ago with the debacle in involving an explosion of Gerber puffed-wheat snacks in church.
I recently made the mistake of trying to handle a "two-man job" by myself. I won't do that again.
I consider myself a pretty eco-conscious mom. Not only do I want to do what's best for our planet, I want to set a good example for my daughter, Reese.
In typical scatter-brained-mom fashion, I set out last Saturday morning to assemble what was supposed to be an easy dinner in the Crock-Pot, only to realize I forgot one key ingredient.
Parents enter parenthood in countless ways. Sure, there's the traditional method - get married, have a baby and raise your family. And that's a wonderful way to go about it. But there are all kinds of families out there, and I know that I - for one - sometimes forget that moms and dads are made in more ways than one.
Before my daughter Reese was born, I had another "baby." For several years, my golden retriever, Abbie, pretty much had it made. My husband and I welcomed her to our home when she was 12 weeks old in September 2007 and wasted no time showering her with affection, toys, treats and walks.
Males ages 10 and older flocked Saturday to the Liberty County Performing Arts Center in Flemington for an empowerment workshop, "Tied to Success."
Primping is fun - at least I've always thought so. Most people enjoy looking their best, and before I was a mom, scarcely a day went by when my eyeliner and blow-dryer didn't see the light of day.