“A true friend is someone who makes you feel better than you think you are.” - Me
I’m planning a really fun Girls Night Out at my house to honor all my closest She Wolves. You know pics will be coming soon, possibly edited - knowing my friends - but definitely shared. Girl time is too rare these days and I find myself saying NO more often than YES when it comes to social invites.
The following is a guest post by Laura J. Stanley.
We’ve recently noticed that while women make it a priority to get together every so often for wine and pedicures and a major chat-fest, the men don't.
A few days after Valentine’s Day, I told Ava about my childhood valentine.
I imagine every girl must remember her first - that moment when the holiday evolved from the pleasure of eating stale, molar-cracking SweetTarts to something closer to love.
I had an interesting conversation the other day; at my kids’ school, there’s a fair every spring, and each family is expected to work at the booth for their kids’ class for an hour. The room parent assigns two families to every hour, then emails a schedule out to the parents in case anyone needs to switch. In
For my family, 2012 is all about organization. My husband is whipping around my house faster than MacGyver disassembling a bomb. It’s quite frustrating as I feel like a slacker.
Twelve years ago I gave birth to my first beautiful baby. When he was a few weeks old, I was invited by a local midwife to a neighborhood center to meet other women who had also just had their first babies. It was my introduction to the “moms group."
Heather reads to her husband from the flight magazine. “Santa Fe is dry but prone to weather changes.” Michael nods. “We should move there when the kids are grown,” Heather says. “Sounds like the perfect place for a menopausal woman.”
“Now we are discussing retirement,” Michael says. “I guess you really did need to spend the night away.”
Enlightenment. Don’t you wish that every morning you woke up to the sweet sounds of singing birds (or just silence), where you could spend fifteen, even five minutes looking inward and evaluating your choices? You know, reflecting on how yesterday’s meltdown could have been avoided.
