Weary Single Mom By: Mia L. Hazlett I awoke while morning slept And arrived to work as the sun took its first yawn. By the time 10 AM rolls around Six hours of my day have come and gone. By 12PM I’ve already had an 8 hour day. A two hour commute,three meetings, one more… Continue reading Weary Single Mom
By: Mia L. Hazlett 7/19/14 There was a time when I used to feel guilty for what I couldn't do for my kids. In all honesty, those times continue to drift in and out of my life, but now in the blink of an eye they're gone. They no longer bring tears or reckless spending… Continue reading Guilt Doesn’t Live Here
By: Mia L. Hazlett 2/5/14 “Get some balls”. I here this all the time. I'm not male bashing, just once again trying to wrap my mind around this “new age” man. I’ve sometimes heard this combined with the phrase, “stop acting like a girl”. Hmm…really gotta let that sink in. I just don’t understand how… Continue reading Man Up!
By: Mia L. Hazlett 2/4/14 I posed this question on Facebook and in a few conversations at work and other conversations some weeks ago. “Question to my single moms out there, say you had your own place, car, decent income to support yourself and children, would you consider a serious relationship with a man… Continue reading She’s Head of the Household
By: Mia L. Hazlett 1/13/14 What do I hear when I hear my children play House and use their imaginations? I hear them use their imaginations when it comes to role-playing the man in their “house”. In my game, the man was an assumed role from my reality. My daughters use their imagination from an… Continue reading The New House Game
By: Mia L. Hazlett 1/11/14 When I was little, I used to play house. Sometimes I played with my friends, sometimes alone. I had my little baby dolls and there was a father and mother. There was never a doubt about marriage, that was just obvious. My husband and I would go to work and… Continue reading Playing House
Mia L. Hazlett 3/18/13 This weekend was the first weekend in a very long time that I had to question my mothering. Most of the time I’m pretty sure the decisions I make will pay off in the long run. This week just felt different. The one hour lost sent me into a week… Continue reading Mommy Failure