By: Mia L. Hazlett 10/2/2017 Before I talked about The Sick Kid, but the real question is, what happens when Mom gets sick? As the only adult in my household with two school-aged kids and speaking with other single parents, daytime drugs. Daytime drugs is what happens. When I call out sick, I wake up… Continue reading The Village: The Sick Mom
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 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. Hazett 1/10/14 A new year is here. I was reading this blog the other day and couldn’t understand why I neglected it so much through 2013. I came to realize it was because of growth. The concept when I initiated this blog, was to focus on child-rearing with a no-nonsense approach. When… Continue reading Growing Up
Margaret “Yeah. Give me about like an hour or two.” I hung up with my assistant and struggled to open my eyes. The pounding behind my right eye was not the way I wanted to start my day. Not only was I starting my day like this, I’m pretty sure it’s how I ended… Continue reading Margaret