by Jennifer | Sep 11, 2019 | 5 Minute Blogging, Letters to my Son
Dear Little Dude and Tank, I turned 18 in August of 2001, about a week before I eagerly packed up my belongings and moved into my very first dorm room at the University of Florida. Little did I know that my freshman year would be marked by several tragedies. Less than...
by Jennifer | Jan 23, 2018 | Letters to my Son, Parenthood, Toddlerhood, Working Mommy
Dear Little Dude, I’m so thankful every day to be able to see things through your eyes, because we adults tend to make things so darn complicated. Today I shuffled into work at 9 AM, desperate for my second cup of coffee. I stared at the computer screen, but...
by Jennifer | Oct 2, 2017 | Letters to my Son, The First Year
Dear Son, I turned on the news today and discovered that while I slept, more than 50 people died in another senseless act of violence. I wanted to cry. Then you crawled into the room, babbling at the top of your lungs, oblivious to events unfolding on the other side...
