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 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 7/31/13 I was having a Facebook argument back and forth the other day about this woman who left her kids (ages 5 and 3) in her car so she could attend a Lil’ Wayne concert, http://www.huffingtonpost.com/2013/07/16/brittany-nicole-harris-_n_3607527.html Of course, there was comment after comment bashing this 25 YO mother. Now I’m assuming,… Continue reading The “Good” Deadbeat Dad
By: Mia L. Hazlett 5/11/12 I ran into the store the other day and there was this woman who deserved to get smacked out of this world! Her son was maybe 4 or 5 years-old and she said, "This is my little man right here. He takes good care of his momma." What in the… Continue reading Your Son is NOT Your Man!
By: Mia L. Hazlett 5/7/12 I know I preach so much about "The Village," but I believe in The Village. I don't believe there are any single parents out there. If you claim to be a single parent, than I believe you have a pride problem or you take a lot of people for granted… Continue reading A Family Thing
By: Mia L. Hazlett 3/16/12 The Window Wait. That's what I call it. Sitting by the window waiting for what I know is not going to happen. When my husband and I first separated, Sundays and Mondays were his days with the kids. Sundays began with a 10 or 11am pick-up and Mondays he would… Continue reading When Daddy Doesn’t Show