CHAPTER 1
In April 2009, I stood in front of a full-length mirror and stared at my distended belly. I’d given birth to twin girls eight years earlier but looked and felt as if I was about to go into labor, except I was not pregnant. What I was—was a mystery. My runner’s body had vanished overnight. I struggled to stay balanced on my feet. My dark hair, once shiny, had turned dull and fell out in clumps. …
Truth be known, I just wrote a book about a dog I love, but before Buddy, I was never really a dog lover and never imagined I’d be one when I was growing up.
At a backyard BBQ when I was eight years old, I was told not to get in the Maltepoo’s face. For those not familiar with puppy-bred lingo, that’s a mixture between a Poodle and Maltese. However, the dog was so cute, I …
For seven weeks each summer, I’m always left wondering who am I when I’m not being a mom. For the past five years, my twin daughters have attended sleepaway camp, leaving me and my husband with a lot of spare time. Every parent’s dream or nightmare? By now, I should be used to the separation and behave like a seasoned parent, providing pointers for the newbie mothers and advocate my children’s independence, but I find letting go of …
