Kristen S
Kristen grew up all over the world as an Air Force brat, with amazing parents and eight siblings. She met husband Dave at college in Chicago, and, in addition to the Windy City, they lived in San Antonio and Northern Virginia before settling in Fort Worth in 2010. Along the way they managed to have six children: Molly (98), Warren (01), Henry (02), Carrie (04), Liam (06), and Donovan (11). Most of her time is spent homeschooling her brood, but Kristen is also a lover of Notre Dame and Seahawks football, IPAs, and winter. She believes in teasing her children mercilessly to keep them well-adjusted.
Getting Schooled by School :: 12 Lessons I’ve Learned Being a School Mom
As an extrovert who was at home with kids all day long, I’d jump at any and every chance to get out the door on a date with the husband or my girlfriends in the evening. But now I want to spend the few hours I get with them all together if possible.
Life After Homeschooling
I know myself well enough to know that if no kids are at home, I won't be there either. I'm not a homebody, don't like alone time, and prefer a challenge. Being a wife and mother are the most important things to me, but they aren't the sum of who and what I am. There's plenty more, and I'm looking ahead to what that means for me as a person.
What I Tell My Kids About Politics
From leadership to laws, from processes to substance, I want them to be engaged in some way. So we'll keep talking a lot about stuff on the news, things they read on the Internet, and what they hear their friends saying.
A Man Just like My Father: The Father of My Children
I wasn't the girl who dreamed about her wedding, a knight-in-shining-armor, or some sort of white-picket-fence domesticity. Most of the time I was more absorbed in hanging out with my friends, building forts, creating and writing columns for fake newspapers, or catching tiny frogs and lightning bugs in jars. But I do remember consistently thinking I wanted to marry someone like my dad.
My Gray Hair Is Growing on Me
Don't we all want to be comfortable in our own skin? But doesn't it feel like such a struggle? I can't imagine many of us will reach a point where we're never uncomfortable with some detail about our bodies, but I think we can get closer. As a great start, let's stop disparaging physical signs of aging that we see around us.
Put Your Kids to Work
If you have a child who has even limited physical abilities, he or she should be working. And if you happen to be one of those moms who says something like, "I tell my kids that school is their only job, and I'll do everything else so they can devote themselves to getting good grades," then this post is most definitely for you.
Raising My Bookends
What sweetness to have my first baby sitting in the room with me while I labored to deliver my last! She chatted with my mom, sisters, and friends, while nervously checking on me. When our last baby was finally born, she held him so tenderly. This young teenager meeting her newborn brother was a moment burned into my brain: worlds colliding and yet also wrapped up in warm embrace.