Megan Southall

Megan is “Mommy! Mom! Mom-Mommy!” to four: Carson (9), Atticus (7), Evangeline (4), and Bo (8 months). She is from Port Allen and went to high school and college in Baton Rouge, getting her Bachelor’s Degree in English with a concentration in Secondary Education from LSU. Megan then moved to the ‘burbs in Zachary. She and her husband of 9 years, Ryan, are teachers, Ryan at Zachary High School and Megan at West Feliciana High School in St. Francisville, where she is also the Instructional Specialist. Megan is Nationally Board Certified in English Language Arts and has a Master's in Educational Leadership. She adores her job, as it gives her awesome opportunities: working with teenagers, gaining perspective on parenting them, and getting to pretend she’s a SAHM over the summer. When she’s not learning piano or reading, Megan can be found on the couch, talking to episodes of “Real Housewives of New York.”
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25+ Words To Never Utter Again After 2020

So here is a fair *Trigger warning* ... these words may incite rage, goosebumps or uncontrollable tears. Can we all agree that the following words/phrases will not be joining us for 2021?! We are...

I’m a Full-On Monet (and That’s OK)

I recently ran to a friend's house to pick up a hand-me-down (go figure. With four kids, we live for hand-me-downs). As she opened the door, she sheepishly said, "Please excuse our mess!" Understandingly,...

Why Grade-Skipping Was Right for Us

That afternoon’s homework didn’t seem different from any other. My 3rd-grader responded that he had already done his homework in class, just as he had done almost every day. Most days he never unzipped...

“I Made My Family Disappear” :: When Mom is Home Alone

It happened. The stars aligned. In what feels like an occurrence as odd and spectacular as the passing of Halley's Comet, my husband ended up taking all four of our kids away for the...

Coming Clean about Santa

I don’t toss around the term “regret” often, but if I could press "Reset" on our parenting, I’d reconsider Santa Claus. At the very least we’d start smaller, maybe just the three gifts. We’d...

Please Don’t “Just” Me

It had been a tough week. Even I didn't realize how much I was suffering from absolute mental exhaustion. Work and school and soccer and golf and dance and scouts and cross country and...

My Life as a (Sometimes) Military Spouse

My husband and I were leaving Tiger Stadium, and my mind was occupied with getting back to our car and A/C. His mind was elsewhere. Evidently it had been for some time, and he...

I’m Done with Scary

Even though the candy will last for months, Halloween is officially behind us. I love the season for its fun and energy. My kids embrace any excuse to dress up, and I welcome any...

Boys Like Babies, Too

As I was driving through my neighborhood the other day, I saw something that literally made me stop the vehicle and turn around. A young mother was out on a walk with her son,...

Checking Privilege with My Son’s Note from School

As soon as he got in the van, my son confessed that he got a mark at school (a note for having done something wrong). He mentioned that there was "kind of an interesting...

I Love You, Summer Camp

We hadn’t even started packing the bags yet, and there was already such a distinct difference in my approach to summer camp last year versus this year. Last year, our oldest finally reached the age...

Achievers Deserve Praise, Too

My first-born lives up to his birth order stereotype: responsible, independent, Type-A, achiever. Achievements have always come easily for him. Perhaps it's because he loves a challenge and strives constantly to overcome whatever hurdle...