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”
By: Mia L. Hazlett 3/7/13 My Darling Daughter, Aww babygirl, you’ve suffered your first broken heart. I pray to God above, that it is your last. Because I was once your age, I knew Lost One would come one day. From the first time he spoke to me, I knew he wasn’t right for you.… Continue reading Your Broken Heart
By: Mia L. Hazlett 3/6/13 Dear Lost One: There is a reason you are no longer in my daughters' life. My biggest hope was that she would stay with you forever and would one day marry and raise a family together. But because I'm her mother, I had to wait until you broke her heart… Continue reading To My Daughters’ Ex-Boyfriend
By: Mia L. Hazlett Date: 1/27/13 Hello my precious daughters. What makes the world go 'round? Money. I hate to say it darlings, but money makes the world go round. The thing is my ladies, being financially responsible will get you far in life. It won’t eliminate all of your problems. Obstacles will still block… Continue reading Money, Money, Money!
By: Mia L. Hazlett 4/27/12 I was watching this movie called Trust the other night. It's by David Schwimmer and it was excellent. It was about a teen (maybe 14 or 15) who was texting back and forth with a "boy" she met on-line. They finally agreed to meet and it ended up being a… Continue reading My Roof, My Rules!
By: Mia L. Hazlett 4/27/2012 Unfortunately kids don't come with directions and you don't have to have a license to have one. A stupid person can go ahead and have a baby. In fact, two stupid people can conceive a child or two or three or.... When I say stupid, I mean they lack all… Continue reading Stupid Parents say Stupid Things
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