Jill Forbes
Embracing Teenager
I can remember getting my teacher assignments before the start of every school year. Most of the time I was instantly pleased with the teacher on the card. But sometimes I wasn’t. And why...
There’s A Compressor In My Bedroom
I just can't. Y'all. (It's bad when this not-so-southern girl has to say, “y'all”). Don't you feel like there is just too much? For instance: I have a compressor in my bedroom.You know, one...
We are the Flight Attendants
Have you ever been on an airplane and the turbulence begins? Sometimes it’s a little shake up. Just a few bumps. Barely even noticeable. Sometimes it gets crazy. The plane may dip and drop...
5 Teachable Moments I Learned from College Football
Oh end of summer. We love when you come around. You can almost feel it in the air. Change. New teachers and seeing friends again. Freshly sharpened pencils and unopened boxes of crayons. Bathing...
Pediatric Hair Solutions: Your Answer to an “Itchy” Problem
It’s time to pull the veil back. Expose the ugly. Live authentically.
We had lice.
Whew. There. I said it. I can totally have a flair for the dramatic, but it was one of the most...
Walking Through Grief in the Holidays
Warning: there are no scientific facts to follow, no five-step program to make it easier. Just a wife, mother, daughter, sister, friend, trying to make it through this season. Full of grief.
January will mark...
Grace. Etiquette. Manners: Providing Kids With Confidence & Life Skills
The five of us sat around the dinner table the other night. My six-year-old needed duct tape to stay in her seat. The nine-year-old had soooo much stuffed in his face, that even if...
Change of Plans : : How I Became a Mother
The journey to motherhood, and through motherhood, looks different for everyone. Struggles with fertility, health issues, timing, age...these are just some of the things that our fellow Charleston Moms Blog writers have dealt with,...
Dealing with My Loss; Lessons Learned from My Father
This time last year I was sitting in front of this same computer screen, on this same couch, wading through some similar feelings, trying to discover a new normal. This year, it isn't my...
An Open Letter to my Birth Mom
Dear Birth Mom,
It's National Adoption Month, so I thought I would take a moment and talk to you. To think about you. In a world that is full of orphanages, group homes, and foster...