In Between the Drop-Offs and Pick-Ups

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We sat in the parking lot with our mouths open wide, every parental fiber wanting to march in there and drag our son back to the car.

Van loads of middle-school girls wearing booty shorts and skin-tight t-shirts giggled into the mixer.

“Is there a volleyball game tonight?” I asked, hopefully. Continue reading

When Two Is More Than Three

Chris Sardegna
Chris Sardegna

It was another hard day of no leggings, yes pants. Homework first, FaceTime second. No eyeliner, yes blush. Talking, hugging, slamming doors…

Being a middle school girl -even a fun, beautiful, smart one- is rough.

And being her mom is exhausting.

It was the dark time of night when confidence turns into confusion and anger becomes fear. Even though I was in bed, I knew sleep probably wouldn’t come, but definitely not if I didn’t do one more thing… Continue reading