Rage Against The Minivan

What I Want You to Know is a series of reader submissions. It is an attempt to allow people to tell their personal stories, in the hopes of bringing greater compassion to the unique issues each of us face. If you would like to submit a story to this series, click here. Today’s guest post is by Tamara.   There once was a place for women to come together so they could prepare and be fed to go out into the world to do great things with great hearts.  The hosts set a table and invited . . .

I asked this question over on my facebook page and it prompted quite the debate, so I thought I would take it to the blog. Gifs. They are those oft-hilarious animated pictures taken from movies or videos and used in blog posts or as reactions to comments. For example:     Gif stands for Graphics Interchange Format. In my mind, therefore, a hard g is the logical pronunciation. However, I’ve heard more people pronounce it “jif”, like the peanut butter. And according to the Schoolhouse . . .

The kids had spring break last week, and I think it may have been the biggest school break let-down in the history of spring breaks. Mark had an ill-timed bromance trip to Peru with two friends, and the house we just bought closed escrow the very day he left. He couldn't reschedule the trip, which had been planned for the better part of a year, and we have been house-hunting for months for a fixer in a certain neighborhood with a little more bedroom space. When one came on the market way under . . .

On Thursdays I post something from the archives. This is from November 2010 and it makes me more than a little weepy, because my youngest child is now this age. It's still my favorite, and I'm going to be really sad when, in two weeks, Karis turns 6 and this fun age is never more to be in this family. At least not until the grandkids. “I have a plan.  The plan is to one day throw paper airplanes at the ice cream truck.  It’s not going to be easy.  But I’m never going to give . . .

Last night in the car, the kids informed me that a little boy they know enjoys wearing dresses. They weren't making fun of him, but they definitely had a baffled tone that I thought warranted a talk about difference and acceptance. Me; It's totally fine if a boy wants to wear dresses. It might be a phase or it might be something he wants to do his whole life, and that's okay. It's not a big deal. And by the way, both of you boys tried on dresses when you were little. Kembe: I was confused! I . . .