by Barbara Spanjers
A letter for when it’s time to walk away. Dear Diet, I know this is not the most personal way to do this, but it’s hard for me to face you without getting sucked back in to your insanity. You have been such an important part of my life that I am not entirely...
by Barbara Spanjers
Last weekend, my sons went on an overnight trip with their school band. That left two adults home alone with no middle-schoolers to supervise us. The first day, I was surprisingly teary-eyed at how quickly they’re growing up. It was a tiny taste of being an...
by Barbara Spanjers
It’s tax day, so I hope you aren’t too stressed out. Maybe you did your taxes weeks ago, and taxes are off your plate for another year. Will you get a refund this year? Or did you have to make a payment to the IRS (ouch!)? Or maybe your withholding throughout the year...
by Barbara Spanjers
Spoiler alert: this post is not about THAT [giggle] book. But the recent release of the movie about your favorite abused-child-who-grew-up-to-be-a-Dom got me thinking. Thinking about how our wishes are so often black and white, while the world operates in grey....
