The Evil Stepmother Speaks
Life Can Change in a Hartbeat aka #BostonMaraton2013 Today, April 15, 2013, will be remembered as the day that we will never feel completely safe when we participate in a marathon or other big community events. All we know as of the writing of this blog is that two bombs went off at the finish line of the Boston Marathon. At last count, there were 3 dead and over 138+ injured. We know
Are Stepmothers and Mothers Sharing Their Stepchildren? Ever since the last economic downturn, people have become entrepreneurial about how they live and work. The biggest change has been the new Sharing Economy. The sharing economy is one where we share each other's resources with each other either freely or cheaply. As a matter of fact, I am a member of a barter group. This group
Stepmothers May Fear Abandonment A common lament among all of us stepmothers is "When will this all end?" or "When will this get better?" I ask myself that same question and I have reached a new conclusion. I think it is us. Stepmothers are a fragile tribe. We are hard working and focused, but our hearts are easily broken. Even as I write this line, I can feel the pain of my broken
Every Stepmom Wants A Knight In Shining Armor Okay, I’ll admit it. I want a Knight in Shining Armor. I want my Knight to follow me around and defend me at all costs. I do not need him to be my bodyguard, like the bodyguard of a celebrity or politician. I need him to defend my thoughts, wants and desires. I need him to pay attention to me and listen to me. My Knight would always
A Stepmom's View of Oscar Nominees Let's do the Oscars, Stepmom Style! Let's take a look at this year's best picture nominees and analyze them from a stepmother's point of view. Nominees for best picture are: Lincoln Silver Linings Playbook Life of Pi Beasts of the Southern Wild Amour Lincoln should be an old-fashioned favorite for any stepmother worth their salt. Mr.
Stepmothers Stitch a Web of Compassion When I think of Valentine's Day, I think of all the stepmothers who spend their days and nights stitching hearts together. We are the silent seamstresses who watch the family patterns. When we see a piece of heart tear, we are quick to try to mend it. We grab our sewing kits. We find the thread and, with precision, we push it through eye of the