I’m not a mom blogger, mommy blogger, mom of blogs, blog of moms or anything with blog and mom in the title. Initially, when I began writing Old School/New School Mom, I identified (by default) with the category of people who also wrote online about their children. But, in the end, I started writing my thoughts and feelings about topics other than parenting on here.

The truth is I hate labels, unless they say “chocolate.”

I don’t do amazing crafting activities with my kids. We paint with watercolors sometimes. My daughter is hilarious and plays dress up with my Brooklyn Industries and Mod Cloth clothes.

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Sometimes we stand on our heads for fun.

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I’m not a traditional parent. I’m fun and weird and eccentric. I make cookies at 9 o’clock at night for no reason other than the fact that the kids want cookies and I’m okay with that.

Sometimes, my kids eat pizza for breakfast on Saturdays. They are loved.

I’m not a parenting expert, I’m just a person. More than that, I’m a writer, a lover of words, a humanitarian, eater of sea salt caramel gelato with dark chocolate chunks and a mother who loves her children more than she can begin to express.

This space is a conglomeration of my words about a variety of topics including but not limited to parenting. I’m a passionate person who uses writing as a form of therapy.

As one of my best friends Jessica said once “I told my blog because it listens to me unconditionally.”

So welcome to my world. Enjoy the ride. It’s bumpy and you’ll see giraffes eating hamburgers on the side of the road. I’ll leave you with this: I may shock you, but I can guarantee you won’t be bored.

Peace, love, and chocolate.

-Fader