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.

I will admit that it was only recently that I learned what LMFAO stood for. Maybe it’s because I prefer to speak in complete sentences, using actual words. I know it takes a bit longer, especially when texting, but I am not going to abbreviate "in my opinion" with IMO. Because I h8 abbreviations.

It’s that time of year again, and one of the only days nationally dedicated to celebrating love! How sad…

Guess who's coming to dinner... and staying for a month?!

If you guessed a dapper black man named Sidney Poitier, sadly, you would be wrong. The answer: my boyfriend’s 18 year-old daughter. Ahh!

Several weeks ago, I wrote post in which I discussed my nervousness about how well my husband's son "D" would acclimate, once we had our

With the holiday season firmly upon us, it’s time to start thinking about how to spend Thanksgiving and Christmas. And there's definitely a lot to think about: Whose house will you travel to? Will your family come to you? Who will make dinner? Who will be invited?

It’s the greatest challenge for anyone: how do you find and maintain your passion for living?

I feel like I’m drowning in responsibilities. Lately I have stuff coming at me from all directions.

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.