A Thursday, the day I decided I could write again. Some people write during the maelstrom, some people need to let it all out, but for me to write I need a calm, safe space. Sometimes it takes a while to find that space and it’s taken me a few months.
In the span of 14 months I’ve lost my home of 19 years where all my children grew up, moved twice (losing more than half of my belongings in the process), bought my first home and lost my best friend and constant companion, Petey. It’s been a literal cacophony for me with no space in my head for writing. I opened this up to write and can’t even get past my site’s name, UrbanMommys. The older my kids get, the less parenting advice I can seem to muster, and when I do it seems kind of outdated. I’ll spend the next few months trying to figure out what direction I want to take this site in, what use it is and whether or not I should just switch to a personal blog. One of my ideas would be to chronicle my experiences in a series of blog posts that, while maybe not helping anyone per say, might at least make you laugh (or cringe).
If you’re still a reader then I want to say thanks, sorry I’ve been away so long.
I find myself in a strange parenting place, friends. My youngest child will be 13 in two weeks. Since starting middle school he has become extremely independent. Recently he even began navigating our great subway system. Continue reading Crossroads
I have been a parent for over 24 years. My oldest and youngest children are over 11 years apart so I have been continuously parenting someone for all that time. This gives me a unique perspective on the way the challenges of parenting have evolved over time. Continue reading Easy (Parenting) Street
Pre-teens are the most annoying humans on the planet. See how I just jumped right in there, no segue, no anecdotes? I used to use the word ‘fuck’ a lot, but since this new AF (meaning AS FUCK) has been invented by millenials or whomever, I use that all the time. I love it. So, pre-teens are annoying AS FUCK. Sorry, AF. And the reason why is: you know they know better. That’s it, that’s the whole explanation. Small children are being taught and can’t be expected to know or remember things that are new to them and well, everything is new to them because they’ve only been on the planet a few years, right? But what about twelve year olds? Continue reading Filed To Almost Teens
The ways of the world are so different from when we were younger. The level of consciousness sometimes gets lost or unused because we have so much going on. As a mother, I am constantly trying to keep the kids balanced when it comes to life. I want them to grow up being well balanced, productive adults. What I do with them now, will stick with them and resurface when they are coming into their own, and sharing this world with others. My plan has always been to plant seeds of empathy, consciousness, humanity and good grammar (good grammar goes a long way) into their little minds.
Honestly, I’m not that big a fan of traditional vegetable soup. But it’s a snow day here in NYC, I wanted to make my own soup, and I’m a fake vegetarian now, so there you go. (Caveat: I eat meat on the weekends. I’m not ready to completely give it up yet). If you read my blog, you know I like to make things that are relatively healthy, but really fast and easy. I don’t do the normal recipe site thing – I don’t know what your prep time is going to be, maybe you chop veggies like a pro or maybe it takes you forever to cut a zucchini into chunks. Not my business. But I came up with this recipe and unlike some of the stuff I come up with on the fly, felt it was so good I had to share it with you! Continue reading Creamy Vegetable Soup
Judging nowadays is an Olympic sport, amirite? We love to get on our computers, social media and judge the SHIT out of other people’s choices, actions, etc. We go on FB, read the thoughtful article our sister/cousin/aunt posted, then we write our judging-ass opinions. Continue reading Judging: Stories in Parenting
Five days ago, a ten year old fifth grader named Ashawnty Davis from Colorado committed suicide after a fight she was in was posted to a social media website. Her parents are understandably devastated and distraught, and they and a cadre of sympathizers are calling for accountability. As I read post after post about this situation, I begin to worry about how the word accountability is being used and what holding involved parties ‘accountable’ looks like. Continue reading Accountability
I’m not sure who I was lamenting our social media age parenting to, but in response I was asked if I wished I lived a long time ago, when things were simple. I said no, because I most likely wouldn’t exist as I’m biracial, and polio. Continue reading So, YouTube Is Watching The Kids?