The Eternal Summer of a Stay-at-Home Mom

The Eternal Summer of a Stay-at-Home Mom

We always knew where her house was because of the huge palm tree in the front yard, which could be seen from blocks and blocks away. Planted when my dad was just a boy, the tree swayed in the ocean breeze and beckoned us inside where a little glass jar of Hershey...

The Thing I’d Rather Be Doing

When I joined Google+ last year, with tongue-in-cheek I listed my occupation as Domestic Opposer of Entropy. For that is what I do: I hold back the chaos. As a stay-at-home mom, I pick up the strewn, I wash the dirty, I tidy the messed, I soothe the hurt and I...