And on the day of marriage we discovered on entering the venue, that my daughter's MIL was wearing the EXACTLY same saree. Same colour, same design.

I can't cook to save my life... errr... to be the "good mom" who can cook delicious food. But can't I be the mom who does other fun things?

My non-verbal 14 year old was crying, and I couldn't make out what was bothering her. I was also a working mom with commitments to my clients...

Only after my daughter left home to pursue higher studies did I realize that I should have scooped out a few hours every day for myself.

Starting pottery classes with my boys helped me see the value in recognizing and seizing second chances for a more relaxed attitude towards life.