I lost it with my kid yesterday. My mom-meltdown happened just minutes before I herded both of the girls outside for our annual first-day-of-school ritual. It went a little something like…this: “Ok, you stand here, no, not there, over there, OK, good, now you get next to your sister. Closer… closer. Wait. Stop. Not that close. Get your hands off her! You, calm down. She only poked you once and it wasn’t that hard. OK, now you hold this sign, and you hold this one.… >> Read More
Before my son was born, I had always imagined sending out holiday/New Year photograph greeting cards—the analog version of Facebook, perhaps. When he came along, we managed to throw together his…first year’s card with a couple of happy-seeming impromptu pictures in warm clothing on a cold day. Despite not really capturing his 5-month old toothless grin, and with much agony over whether drool was visible in print, I created a nice card that went out to the ends of the earth. But this past winter,… >> Read More
I will freely admit that I’m kind of obsessed with Instagram. I enjoy using Facebook and the connection it gives me to the lives of my friends and family who live far away, but Instagram is my…favorite social media platform. I love seeing pictures of people’s babies and even what they ate for lunch. In fact, I rarely find people’s photos annoying, even if they often seem too good to be true (we all fib a little bit, right?). I also love posting pictures of my own kids and, unlike Facebook… >> Read More
I’ve told some lies on Instagram. Not because I wanted to be dishonest or dupe anyone, but because I thought it would make me happier—a “fake it ‘til you make it” kinda thing.
On…Valentine’s Day one year, my wife and I were bickering about something stupid; yet, I posted a selfie of us captioned, “love is in the air.” Yes, we love each other, so technically love was in the air, but in that moment, I wasn’t feeling it. Yet later that night, when I checked the ‘likes’… >> Read More
As a writer who “came out” via blog in 2008 about my very personal disordered eating history, I have never shied away from telling the ugly, messy truths about my recovery–the setbacks, the…triumphs. It was all laid bare on my blog, a daily journal into the life of someone in the throes of disordered eating recovery. My readers–those either personally struggling with similar issues or who had loved one who was, or simply my own concerned family and friends--came to my blog to see if I was… >> Read More