Cliff Diving

I am 10 years old. We are in a row boat, traveling across a man-made lake to the other side to do something that I'm terrified of:  jump off a cliff. The counselors seem to have little concern for what's to come. It's not a very high cliff, but to me it seems formidable. I'm [...]

By |2014-08-25T18:26:16-04:00August 25th, 2014|Uncategorized|1 Comment

Guest Post: Dogs Are Assholes By Mia Fox

Image courtesy of Tina Phillips / FreeDigitalPhotos.net When I first got Casey, my Westie, well-meaning friends would shake their head, cluck their tongue, and comment under their breath that I better watch out because, “Well...you know how Terriers can be.” No, I didn’t know and whatever they were referring to, they were obviously wrong because [...]

By |2014-08-18T13:02:56-04:00August 18th, 2014|Uncategorized|1 Comment

Carly And Home Slice Advice: Episodes 1-3

My cats are geniuses. They've been holding their wisdom back from the rest of the world...until today. Carly and her step-child Home Slice are now giving relationship advice. Here are episodes 1-3.   If you have a question for Carly or Home Slice, you can write them through me: sarah@oldschoolnewschoolmom.com

By |2014-08-18T12:08:51-04:00August 18th, 2014|Uncategorized|1 Comment

Legos Destroyed My Self-Confidence

My 3 1/2 year old daughter was really excited yesterday. We were going to the toy store to get her very own Legos. You see, she had become accustomed to being told that she couldn't play with her brother's Legos since they were for big kids. There was a great big Lego set that displayed a [...]

By |2014-08-11T12:38:45-04:00August 11th, 2014|Uncategorized|2 Comments

There is No Normal

I've spent the majority of my life thinking: I want to be normal. I want to wake up, have my coffee and breakfast, go to work, see friends, and do stuff that normal people do. Except, I don't do that. I spend a lot of time fighting with the thoughts in my head that tell [...]

By |2014-08-03T12:00:16-04:00August 3rd, 2014|Uncategorized|5 Comments
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