Growing Closer To The Empty Nest.

Celebrating the love and selflessness of bonus parents—those who raise children they didn’t create but love like their own. This past Sunday, July 27th, 2025, was on a list I found on google when searching for specific days we celebrate. It is the date for Parents’ Day—at least according to the internet. I have since discovered the official Parents’ Day, as established by the United Nations in 2012, is actually June 1st, every year.  ✏️ I thought about saving this article for next year but decided I love the theme and message too much so I chose to go ahead and publish.  Even though it is (or is not) parents day I realised we already have mothers day and fathers day so I’m taking this moment to celebrate something incredibly important: bonus parents . "For a large part of my life my maternal grandparents supported my mum in raising us. They will forever be my “Bonus Blessing’s” You may not know or are possibly wondering what’s a “Bonus Parent”? Here's what I'm wonderin, if...

A laughable and honest run-through of the blunders, mishaps, and slip-ups experienced by this newbie blogger as she navigates the world of online blogging and social media marketing. "Rocking the 90s baby fashions and hairstyles." Millennials, the digital natives? I was born in 1990, a millennial. I am part of the last generation of people who grew up doing dumb stuff without it being recorded and blasted all over the internet. We were exposed to earlier technologies. We spent our evenings after school on Bebo and MySpace, chatting on MSN Messenger, asking strangers for their “ASL” (blissfully unaware of just how sketchy this truly was). When Mum wanted to use the house phone, she would give us one warning, and if we didn't get off the computer there and then, she would lift the handset of the corded phone and start dialling, instantly disconnecting us from the painfully slow dial-up internet connection. "Not the exact computer we had but similar" Stock image fr...

Screen Time: How Bad Can It Really Be for Our Children—and for Us? "Our little gamer girl" We’ve all been there. The kids are screaming, the clock is ticking, you’re trying to do five things at once—and getting absolutely nowhere. So, in a moment of desperation, you reach for the magic weapon: your phone. A few taps later, Cocomelon is on (it was Mickey Mouse Clubhouse when my girls were little), and like magic, the house goes quiet. Peace, at last. But at what cost?  It always makes me wonder: How bad can screen time really be? As a parent, I totally get the need for a distraction tactic that is fool proof. For something that is going to give you even 5 minutes to finish up your task or calm your household and let you think.  I also know the hypnotic calm of scrolling through a Facebook feed or falling into a reel rabbit hole for hours on end. I’ts a distraction from the outside world that soothes all.  It's become something I do several times a day. It takes over. I scr...