Single parenthood can be a confusing world to navigate. Just when I thought I was starting to figure my world out, my five-year-old son dropped the bomb that he was going to have two moms!

I find it frighteningly easy to slip into a world of complacency, lounging on my divan (that’s couch to you and me), contemplating my navel, lost in thought, or knee-deep in my very important, life saving work, with all of my projects, deadlines, and Skype calls to my best friend who has to remind me how complacent I’ve become. Thank you, Clementine. You’re the best.

I will admit that it was only recently that I learned what LMFAO stood for.

Yesterday while I was eating dinner with my husband’s four year old son, "D," he asked me why we couldn’t move our house closer to his mommy’s.

For any moms out there dealing with hideously evil stepmonsters, I offer some general truths that may ease your minds. Not only do I have a stepmom (since the age of five) but I’m also a stepmom (a.k.a. broomriding stepwitch) myself - something I never expected.

Every other weekend, one night a week, summer vacation, alternating holidays... does this sound familiar? Welcome to the language of custody arrangements.

No matter how long you’ve been a step-parent or have been a part of your stepchild’s life, there will inevitably be times when you you are reminded that you are not a biological parent. And even though there was probably a legitimate and logical reason that this little reminder came up, it can hurt nonetheless.

Sometimes my children stop me in my tracks and make me think. Throughout the years, they’ve come up with questions that I have no answers to - philosophies that shock me. It is unexpected when your child suddenly turns into Confucius and comes up with a life philosophy that you actually share.

During the weeks that my husband's son "D" stays at our house, he's my virtual shadow. I get him ready in the morning, pick him up from school, sit him on the counter while I cook dinner, and bring him along whenever I run errands.