Author Archives: halalamama

I begged my mother to read Dr. Seuss when I was younger.  Fox in Socks was my clear favorite, mostly, I’m sure, because it is damn near impossible to read.  ”She sells seashells by the seashoe” has nothing on that … Continue reading →

When questioned about his odd behavior in the corner of the living room, Adam told me, “I just always want to build a track.” Well son, those are the wrong supplies for building a track, though the scrapbooking scissors are … Continue reading →

When a parent tells me that their child could not have lied to them, I fight to the urge to laugh and ask, “Really?  Ever lie to your own parents?  When did that start?” Birth? Although I was the perfect … Continue reading →