The Raising of the Soft and Entitled… aka the Millennials…. By Vicky Dal Molin


It hit me recently that I have been playing into what I have come to realize has become a generation of parents who just don’t parent anymore. Where and when did having to actually parent disappear? It’s a Saturday afternoon and my almost 3 year old decides to start arguing with me ...

A Letter of Thanks by Vicky Dal Molin


I used to think Air travel was an excruciating process…. Until that is when I travelled with a 2 year old. I was indeed made to learn that air travel can be far more agonizing than I could possible have imagined. So I started penning a letter to all the airlines, ...

There’s no place like home…. By Vicky Dal Molin


My last post was all about time management (or seeming lack thereof in my life these days). So what happens when you take that time-poor existence and then try and transport it with a 2 year old half way around the world? Well effectively more poor time management but what I ...

Tick Tick Tick…. Where does time go? By Vicky Dal Molin


So it’s been quite a while since I last wrote and for that I feel extremely slack and take full responsibility for. I just cannot believe how much time has passed by without me realizing. I kept putting off and putting off finishing my blog each week and now we ...

The Beautiful Friendships by Vicky Dal Molin


I have just returned from a day out of town. My son and I jumped in the car Saturday morning and with much excitement (mine really…. he was far from excited at sitting for 2.5 hours in that car seat…. A fact he shared the entire drive) and headed north ...

Watching My Kid Behind His Back by Cara Potapshyn Meyers


As I sit here here typing, I am listening to my son talking to some YouTube trailers for upcoming movies on his laptop computer. I am aware that they are cartoon type PG-13 movies. My son is 10 and 1/2. No issue here. Yesterday, though, was a different scenario. My son ...

The Irony of a Tween by Cara Potapshyn Meyers


Say the word, “Tween” to any Mom, and you will probably get the “eye roll” reaction. Followed with a comment along the lines of, “And it gets worse once their hormones are raging in their teen years!” I have to say that, at least for now, I am finding my son’s ...

Losing “Krusty” – by Cara Potapshyn Meyers


  "Krusty" My son and I went on a little excursion this past Columbus Day weekend. We decided to stay at this quaint, cozy, beautiful Bed and Breakfast Inn in New York City. A Bed and Breakfast in New York City is an attraction in and of itself.  I stayed at this Inn ...

Silly Words by Margaret Hart


Growing up, my father was constantly uttering words and phrases that often didn't make sense, but which sounded cool and were usually funny. He liked to make up words and to modify others. His father did the same thing when he was growing up—and with me and my sister, when we would visit our ...

I’m Not Ready… by Cara Potapshyn Meyers


...for the unofficial end to summer. Heck, it’s still eighty-something degrees out and my vegetable plants are just beginning to sprout! School started here yesterday. Yet, as organized as I am when it comes to my son, we were all scrambling to make sure we had all of the school supplies, ...