I am a mom and have been for 6 ½ years. It’s still a little strange for me to say that out loud, which is funny because I have always wanted to be a mom. Ever since I can remember, I knew that I wanted children. I knew that I wanted to adopt a child…

On Mother’s Day 1972, my brother Kevin decided to make breakfast in bed for my mom. He had been watching the Galluping Gourmet and made a 12 egg omelet filled with fresh strawberries. I have NO idea how he flipped it. Everyone has a sibling who does…

Nanci is my mom. I am fairly certain there was some sort of Little House on the Prairie connection somewhere that made my sister and I start calling her Ma so many years ago (my brother didn’t really have a say in the matter). Many of my old friends…