Real Talk

Being a dance mom is not for the faint-hearted. It becomes something that will take over your life before you even realize it has happened. Growing up as a dancer myself I understood what it took to be a dance mom; but to the women that have come into this world blindly, I commend you for your bravery and hope you decide to stay with us. What it takes: - 15+ hours a week of dance practice - $ thousands of dollars in costumes, competition & choreography fee's - Travel across state lines - Tears (SO MANY TEARS.. happy and sad tears) - Literal PAIN (from muscle cramps and bruises to just plain exhaustion) - Sacrifice (Time, money, missing moments with friends and family) SO WHY?... why...

I think most people would agree that in this day and age, technology is an integral part of our lives. There are so many positive aspects of social media. With the tap of a button, you have access to meetings with business partners all over the world through Zoom, Google Meet, or Skype. You can stay connected with high school friends and distant family members through Facebook and Instagram. In fact, I’d say that the majority of the time, social media is a very constructive outlet. Often, it’s my way to de-stress and connect with like-minded women.  It’s also a source of inspiration and motivation when I just need that extra boost. I get so many great ideas from...

The Addiction... Addiction takes so many things from so many people. It takes loved ones from families. It takes a normal life from the addict. It causes an addict to do things they normally wouldn't do and say things they normally wouldn't say. As the addict, these may be things you do not remember, but as a loved one, it's things we never forget. Your words and actions sting us to the core. They haunt us when we lay down at night, while we continue to pray for you. Even though we know your words are meant to manipulate, they stick to our hearts like mortared bricks. Addiction doesn't just change you, it changes us. It's a shadow that we...

There's a podcast out there, Seeing White. It poses the thought that there is racism without the bigotted racist we think about. I have to be honest, the podcast was difficult to listen to. It challenged my own internalized racism and the systematic racism that exists in the world around me. It's easy for me not to see, after all I am white and my privilege allows me to remain blissfully ignorant. It allows me to scroll past black men being murdered by police. It allows me to scroll past white women in central park weaponizing the police. It allows me to keep scrolling because, let's face it, I am white, my kids are white, my husband is white. There's...

Yesterday, my daughter’s class presented the “Letter Z” during their Wacky Wednesday Zoom lesson. Immediately she proclaimed “Mom, School is over and we won’t see our teachers and friends again.” The tears began to flow. For a while, I wasn’t sure where her tears stopped and mine began. How do I explain to my child that she’s exactly right?  You see this was her last year at Montessori School of Baton Rouge (MSBR). Next year she starts Kindergarten at a new school with new friends and new teachers. MSBR has been so amazing for us, I have often wished the school lasted all the way to high school, or at least middle school. Unfortunately, my son didn’t have the...