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Joy And Humility Sitting In A Tree…

If you keep up with the news at all, this has not been the summer of love.  Not anywhere around the world.  And as Labor Day closed the season but not the heat in Ferguson, Ukraine, West Africa, Israel, Gaza, and Syria to name a few – I was feeling like a fraud.

I was laying in a shallow pool in sunny San Diego.  At Legoland to be exact.  A place where childhood dreams are made out of plastic. 

What I Learned in Therapy This Week

My husband and I are in couple’s therapy again.  We visit the nice lady with the soothing voice and the multiple post-graduate degree’s every time a transition is upon us.  Our first try was after our engagement, then again before our wedding and one more run just after our first child was born.   That all sounds so well planned but those things all happened in one year so planning may not be our strong suit.  Further evidenced when we found ourselves pregnant again when our son was only nine months old.  Hooray?  This pregnancy then turned out to be twins.

Keeping up with the math that would mean we had three children in a year and a half, within our first two years of marriage.  And our therapist’s number moved to speed-dial.

The Staycation

As Summer got it’s groove on this month my family prepared for that week of camping they’ve all been dreaming of.  That same week of camping I pretend to like annually.  That is until a job came up in town and I didn’t have to pretend anymore.  Rather I could stay home, all by myself for a week working only three days – while my husband seemed like a prince for braving his own children without me.

To relieve my guilt of not sleeping on tree roots and rocks I packed everything for all of my family, which took a little more time than the actual trip.  But it was worth every extra granola bar as I only felt sad for a moment as I watched my whole posse pull away.

Spirit Names in My Family

If I call my children names based on their daily spirit, is that still considered name-calling?

The Ghosts of New York

I spent most of my 20s and half of my 30s living in New York City, the years of my life I now refer to as the “before”.

When Sports Become Hobbies

I could barely watch the Winter Olympics last month because at 44 years old, I was finally aware that I would never win a gold medal at the half pipe.  So much so that when I went away skiing with my family last weekend, I couldn’t even bring myself to go in the half-pipe when [...]

To Visit The Dentist the Week after Halloween OR NOT?

It’s harder to get in to see my dentist than it is for me to get a new TV show on the air.  Which may be why I failed to notice six months ago, that I scheduled myself, and all my kids for an appointment just five days after Halloween.  When my children’s teeth are [...]