This is my sixth and last post for U by Kotex Tween. This campaign was perfectly for us, as my older daughter started her period for the first time right when the campaign began. She’s been my “consultant” on this series and had final edit on pictures and anything I say. I’m so proud of her for being open about a life milestone so many people are reluctant to talk about. I was telling … [Read more...]
One of my two daughters is what we call in the south “A Pistol”. She came out making noise and practically sparkling and she hasn’t changed much since. When she was four she was standing on our stairs dressed for dance class in her little lavender leotard and tiny ballet slippers. I was convincing her that it was imperative to get in the car so we could get to her lesson on time. She … [Read more...]
White jeans can be a cute, fresh look for warm weather. That’s what I though when I was 13 and my mom bought me a longed-for pair of white Chic jeans. I rocked those pants with my oversized, off-the-shoulder sweater, a la Flashdance. Then (I think you can see what’s on the horizon) one day (here it comes) when I had to stay late for band practice after school, I learned the downside of … [Read more...]
Much like an Olympic gymnast receiving a silver medal, my teenager daughter is hard to impress. She’s half a grown woman who knows it all, and half the little baby I called Daisy who wants to hear the lullaby I sang to her. Moving into these in-between years has been tricky, to put it mildly. Luckily, I started talking to her about the changes she could expect from puberty years before … [Read more...]
Last night I was desperately digging through my pantry for chocolate chips. I would have even settled for Junior Mints (not much chocolate, but minty and very refreshing!) I like to keep an emergency stash of chocolate for Arsenic Day. I call the day I start my period “Arsenic Day” because I want to either take some or give some. Although this theory remains untested, I think Arsenic Day … [Read more...]
I have four kids at home and one husband, who is Ricky to my Lucy. He puts up with late dinners, occasional clean underpants shortages, and my madcap schemes.
