Cori a.k.a Clinder
Cori Linder is a mother, writer, editor, athlete, teacher, volunteer... and sometimes all at once! As a professional editor, she has worked closely with notable child development specialists, editing their books. She has a B.A. degree in Communications from University of California, Los Angeles (UCLA) and a Master’s degree in Professional Writing from the University of Southern California (USC). She has published a children’s book as well as interviews and articles in magazines. As a creative writer, her passion is to apply creative writing concepts to those of parenting. She hopes she can write in a way that illustrates that perspective while inspiring parents to add more color and flavor to children's lives! Her goal: to encourage and empower moms. P.S. She drinks coffee through a straw, sings in the car, and is thrilled when somebody knows how to use an em dash in punctuation. Twitter: @editorcori Cori Linder is a mother, writer, editor, athlete, teacher, and volunteer. She has a Master's degree in Professional Writing from USC, and is the mother of two boys.
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It usually comes at the most random of moments: The epiphany that you, a mother, are no longer the newbie in the world of motherhood. This sudden realization might hit you when you’re covered in your child’s vomit or observing the nervous moms peeking in the windows of the church nursery.
There’s always that moment when you hear yourself say something to your child and mentally cringe. For some of us mothers, it happens once every now and then; for others, it’s a lot more frequent.
As mothers, we often teach our young children about “Stranger Danger” and how to deal with the creepy man down the street. We instruct them on how to react to the man in the car who offers them candy or what to say to the person on the other end of the phone asking if their mommy or daddy is home.
Whether she was moving and grooving in the Disney Channel’s hit High School Musical TV film series, or rock n’ rolling through an obstacle course in VH1’s 2010 season of Celebrity Fit Club, KayCee Stroh has showed that she’s got some moves. But now, after giving birth last May to her first child, Zetta Lee, she is blissfully dancing to a new tune: motherhood.
As mothers, we’ve got some serious skills. Whether they’re innate or learned through trial-and-error, our abilities and talents would make any professional resume shudder in jealousy.
Sometimes our seemingly smallest acts can have the largest impact -- and what's more profound is that we might never even know just how much. Take the Starbucks drive-thru, for example.
My 9-year-old son still believes I have super powers - which I do have, of course. Every mother has them.
Out of all the women on Bravo’s reality documentary TV program, The Real Housewives of Orange County, Peggy Tanous (who joined the sixth season cast) resonated with me the most. Maybe it was because I empathized with her postpartum depression struggles and noted her courage to talk about it in a very public forum.
Talk to Harris Faulkner for less than a minute, and you will know why she is an award-winning American news anchor for Fox News Channel. There is a warm, comforting tone to her voice as she delivers an intelligent and witty interplay of words backed by a genuine passion for what she does.
I’ve built my career - literally - with words; in fact, writing and communication are two of my biggest passions. And so, it is with confidence and from experience that I say (more often than not) the old adage of “less is more” rings true.
Meet Mary Krell-Oishi. She is an ambitious mom who recently wrote her first screenplay for a project in a screenwriting class at the local college and, on a whim, submitted it to a writing contest.
Amid the warnings to keep your skin coated in sunscreen, wear appropriate clothing, and watch for questionable freckles, there are still cases of melanoma that would have been hard to prevent.
UCLA’s legendary former basketball coach John Wooden got it right when he said: "It's the little details that are vital. Little things make big things happen."
I like to observe (and write about!) the mom culture.
Marilyn Monroe once said: "It's not true I had nothing on; I had the radio on."
For the average mother, life is a roller-coaster. There’s the highs, the lows, the curves, the loops…the occasional vomit. Sometimes the mother is in the driver’s seat, belt on, and blissfully in control; other times, she’s stuck in the back, cringing at what just happened and wondering when the ride will end.
It came in a box -- one that was worlds away from the famous blue Tiffany jewelry box. It's contents cost a mere $25, and yet its impact far exceeded that of any diamond ring.
Mothers are appreciated for many reasons: our nurturing tendencies, our ability to multi-task with multiple children, our quick reaction time for when they vomit in the car, the fact that we can problem-solve when our kid poops in the bathtub… But what often goes unnoticed is our stealth.
If you’re a seasoned mom who woke up one morning and suddenly wondered, OMG, how did I get here? and then cringe, you just might be experiencing what is commonly referred to as “Empty Nest Syndrome.”
As a busy mom, you’re likely to attend several birthday parties a year - and not just those for your children. For example, there’s the "best-friend-of-your-child" birthday invite. The "bring-the-sibling" birthday invite. The "all-inclusive-classroom" party invite. The "I’m-inviting-your-kid-only-to-be-polite" invite.
Offering pancakes in the shape of Mickey Mouse’s face at restaurants is a brilliant marketing ploy. I know this because I have kids, and my young boys somehow gloss over everything else on the menu to fixate solely on the Mickey Mouse pancake option. And although it’s only one pancake (and it’s on a menu that offers multiple servings of pancakes!), they opt for that specific one with the ears. Why? Not the taste. Not the price. Not even the generous layer of whipped cream.
Julie Swail (Ertel) seems to do things in pairs: competes in two Olympic Games, excels in two different sports, and then gives birth to twins. Only a true athlete could tackle all that, and Julie does it like a champ. She was the captain of the 2000 USA Women’s Olympic Water Polo team and took home the Silver medal in Sydney. Eight years later, she was once again competing in the Summer Olympics, but this time in Bejing and in the sport of triathlon.
He’s been called the “Laughing Baby” in the media. On YouTube, his video is appropriately titled “Baby Laughing Hysterically at Ripping Paper,” and in just two months, it’s attracted over 16 million views. To define it best in web slang: His video has gone viral. It’s catapulted a 10-month-old boy to a type of celebrity status, plucking a small family from St. Louis, Missouri, and plopping them down on the couch of television’s The Today Show.
It can be an uncomfortable moment: Your son -- on the cusp of graduating from college -- shows you his resume and you discover the page is half blank. His college information consists of just three lines, and his name and contact details aren’t much longer.
Some people might remember the neon tights. Some might cringe at the thought of stinky feet. Others will recall the image of D.J. Tanner’s cheerful best friend.
‘Creative Practicing’ improves technique but also builds your child’s motivation and self-esteem!
I’ve recently become an addict of that TV show called “Hoarders.” It’s a series that documents people (supposedly, there’s over 2 million hoarders!) who collect trash in their homes and basically get lost in it—mentally and physically. The problem: an unhealthy attachment to ‘stuff.’ I won’t even mention the two several episodes showing people who collect animals—cats or rats. And, not all of them are living. I’ll leave it at that.
At the end of the day, some moms count up all the times they’ve had to nag or remind or discipline their children. Don’t hit your brother. Stop picking your nose. Stop talking back. Don’t fart at the table. Wash your hands. Pull your pants up. Don’t disobey. Listen the first time. Say ‘hi’ to the lady and look her in the face. Don’t use the toilet lid as your own basketball hoop backboard. Don’t, don’t, don’t, stop, stop, stop.