I’m a Dance Mom, and Ready to Admit It

(Photo: Annie as a new ballerina, 2006) I spent the weekend at a dance competition.  Yes, I’m sort of a dance mom.  (Maybe not in the fake-eyelashes-hyper-competitive-brawling-with-other-dance-moms way, but we did recently acquire the costume travel duffel bag...

‘Walking the Walk’ in Friendship

If the first rule of real estate is location, location, location, then the first rule of relationships is communication, communication, communication. But then – there’s middle school. My 13-year-old daughter came home with a sad tale of a disagreement...