By: Mia L. Hazlett 11/6/2014 Doing the single mother work thing is getting old. But just because it's getting old, it doesn't mean I can stop. There's a household to support. There are kids who need clothes, and get this...they want to eat too. The thing is, this wasn't my plan. I hadn't planned on… Continue reading Week”ends”
Get out of Your Own Way By: Mia L. Hazlett 9/12/14 When marriage ends, it is like a death. There is an initial shock and anger and stages and blah blah blah. Again, I’m not a licensed shrink or anything, but I am separated and have been for five years now. Fingers crossed , that… Continue reading Get out of Your Own Way
By: Mia L. Hazlett I remember my grandfather when I was growing up. I had two up until about 3rd or 4th grade, but my father’s father was with me until my thirties. He was the man who taught me how to drive. He was the man who would come to our house when I was… Continue reading James Patrick Hazlett
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