The Mother Hood
The barren apocalyptic wasteland where I reside.
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He who shall not be named also known as: the son who died
I won’t mention him by name. I don’t want to sully his memory by talking more about the way in which he passed. There was already enough internet drama at the time, and my grief was public enough. But I feel it is important to mention this because I will refer to him as the son who died when I write about him. He was not my biological son, but he was my son nonetheless.
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Divorce: Can Teenagers Handle the Truth?
Drawing from my personal experience as a child of divorce, I am helping my children deal with the aftermath of my divorce from their father.
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Generational Differences
My mother and my son have a very love-hate relationship. My mother loves her grandson, my son cannot stand his grandmother. There is a lot of confusion on both sides as to why can’t the other understand the love/hate. I am stuck in the middle attempting to mediate between the two.
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Simply Having a Wonderful Christmas Time
It’s been an hour since we got home from picking my mother from the airport and already my mom is tinkering around my apartment, moving things around, fiddling with my belongings. Usually, this would cause me great stress and be the starting point of many arguments this holiday season. This time it only makes me smile.
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Seeing Double
Dealing with the double standards at work since the supervisor chooses to treat me different from my single coworkers only because I have kids.
