The Other Version of Me

I was four when my family left Poland, though it was more “sneaking out in the middle of the night” than “casually crossing the border.” It was two weeks before Martial Law was imposed, and sensing that the political and economic climate was continuing to plummet, my folks made the heart wrenching decision to leave…

A Lesson Learned

I could hear the boys playing in their rooms when Andrew began to whine. I gave it a minute. Then two. By the third minute I could feel my jaw begin to clench. “Ian, is everything okay? What’s going on with your brother?!” I called from the kitchen. I was starting to feel the familiar…

Happy Father’s Day?

I woke up this morning,  made breakfast, washed the dishes, bathed the kids, did a few loads of laundry, and took a shower. My husband woke up this morning, put on his robe, and went to the bathroom. I made some homemade macaroni and cheese, pre-cooked the corn on the cob, packed up the food,…

Motherhood Means Sacrifice

Sometimes,  being a mom means you have to endure the kind of pain that only unconditional love can make bearable   Sometimes, being a mom means you make the ultimate sacrifice and put your children’s needs before your own.   Sometimes, being a mom means you smile and endure when what you really want to…