As a writer for a blog for seniors, I just had to write this. In our apartment, my daughter and I use puppy pads as back up for, you...

So I was having a bright moment with the kids in the kitchen the other day. We were cooking pasta and chicken and somehow the subject of dancing came about. Of course I had to chime in about what a great dancer I was back in the day - disco and rock. I mean, I danced with the best of them - doing the hustle and banging my head! As I was shaking my hip and enjoying the moment, my son said to me, "So, Mom, you're really talking about waltzing, right? Since you were born in like

I recently spent a weekend away with my little redhead (12-year-old son) at the coast. I promised myself before we even set off that I would try not to say NO to every suggestion/idea and that I would make an extra effort to really listen to him. Ever hopeful of the perfect Mum and Son bonding moments that would present themselves, we set off full of hope and promise. We had no sooner left the end of the road before I realised my conversation was, indeed, completely one-si