Wednesday, December 10, 2014

I'm Back, With Older Kids, More Stories, And A Lot More To Say

Holy crap, a lot has happened in four years.

If you follow this blog, you're probably wondering what brought me back into the blogosphere. This afternoon I received a comment on a post I wrote seven years ago. I realized there are moms out there who really need to vent (myself included) and I wanted to get back in touch with them.

So, here I am. And, good grief, have I got a lot to talk about.

Thanks for following, and for sticking with the blog throughout the silence. Please feel free to email or contact me if you have a particular topic you want to discuss. Or even if you just want to say hello.


Saturday, May 08, 2010

I'm Over Here!

A RELUCTANT MOM FOLLOWERS: I've started a new blog! Please visit me at Stuff My Kids Tell Me. See you there!

Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Be A Contributor!

Come on. Admit it. You have something to tell me, don't you? It could have happened to you today, or maybe it was last year. Either way, I want to hear about it. If you have a tale you want to tell, write me at or All topics are welcome and will be published (either anonymously or with a byline) on Talk To Me.

Go on - tell me a story.

Wednesday, March 03, 2010

The End

I think Neil Young said it best when he coined the phrase "It's better to burn out than to fade away." Therefore, I have decided to put A Reluctant Mom to bed for good. I thank you, kind readers, for keeping me company, offering advice and providing some comfort these past four years. I have enjoyed the journey and learned a great deal. I hope you have, too.

If you want to get in touch, please write to me at (And feel free to tell me how much you miss my blog and wish I never left.)


Monday, March 01, 2010

Farewell, Fish

We said a few kind words, but to her they sounded like drivel.

We hugged her tightly, but our gestures felt empty.

We held her hand, but to do so appeared insulting.

We held a funeral, but she wanted it back. Alive.

Her pet fish had died and nothing we did or said could make her forget her loss.

“We could always share a fish,” her big sister suggested, meaning the remaining of the two fish we had as pets. “I don’t mind at all if we do.”

The tears continued to fall.

She was too young to remember when our dog died, and I honestly thought she wouldn’t bat an eye at her fish’s passing. After all, she barely looked at the creature, let alone fed it (I wrote this post about how I took care of those fish, begrudgingly, and continued to earn the moniker given to me by my dear husband years ago: Dr. Petvorkian.)

This death, however, was devastating to her. She cried for a solid hour and insisted on sitting on my lap the entire time while she wailed. I stroked her hair, kissed her cheeks, and just let her mourn. I don’t know if she was milking the attention or not; I only know she was hurting and I wanted to help her through it.

It's really hard to talk to young kids about death, but thankfully I had written this post about it and was able to use what I had learned to help her through her grieving. If this is a timely subject for you, too, click here to learn more.