Hello, my name is Julie, and I am a cloth-diapering mama. We are not uncommon these days. Cloth diapers have made a comeback in a big way. Gone are the days of puffy plastic pants and huge diaper pins....
This post is part of "Bully No More," an editorial series hosted by the Fort Worth Moms Blog.
In the 6th grade, I used to walk home from school with my next door neighbor, Amelia. One of the older boys...
I want to address your behavior at the recent fundraising dinner where I worked as a server at your table. I want to confront you for your obnoxious advances, and for the inappropriate way you grasped the back of my leg halfway between my knee and buttock.
Having CPS show up on your doorstep is a fear for many. As a former CPS worker investigating allegations of abuse and neglect in two states, I can understand the anxiety that comes from having CPS arrive in your life. No matter if CPS is at your door because of an unfounded claim or real honest-to-goodness concerns, here's some insight into what happens in an investigation.
I’m still relatively new to this world of special-needs parenting, so my lessons are raw. My eyes are opened every day to ways the world treats those with differences. So I proceed in humility to share what I’ve learned, and I hope that it enlightens some of you, too.
While 30 is a bit young for perimenopause, my hormones have definitely started changing. The severe cramps and inflamed acne were unwelcome enough, but what really got me was a sudden influx of health maladies that seemed completely arbitrary.
For me, Ambien is like wrapping myself in my coziest blanket, like the most comforting presence. I feel peaceful and safe, and most of all, drowsy. I love the heavy feeling that spreads throughout my body and lulls me to sleep.