Dawn Yun
About this author:
Dawn Yun is the mother of The Writing Mamas, which was born in 2004 at the famed bookstore Book Passage in Corte Madera, Calif. Dawn wrote the best-selling guide, "The Joy of Outlet Shopping," was a writer on the book, "Never Pay Retail" and authored the book, "Calming Crafts: New Crafts to Inspire Your Creativity." She blogs for the San Francisco Chronicle's http://www.sfgate.com, under City Brights. She has written for "Family Fun," "USA Today," "USA Weekend," "the San Francisco Chronicle," "Wine-X," "Manhattan, Inc.," "BabyCenter" and other off-line and on-line publications. She has appeared on "Oprah," "Good Morning America," "CBS This Morning," "Lifetime," "Discovery," and "Fox News."
My Articles:
School is Almost Out for the Summer!
A Seriously Bad Case of Writer’s Block
Surreal City Scene in Suburbia
Monday was my daughter’s first day back at school after a two-week break. We went shopping so I could return some sweaters.
That was the plan. What resulted was anything but. The trip to the mall was one big exercise in getting something/having anything.
I was trying to look at bras with my five-year old. Now, a woman cannot be rushed when deciding on a bra. Mimi put one around her neck. “Does this fit?” she asked.
A Child Shines When a Teacher Sees Her Brightness
Somewhere Over the Rainbow
Anniversaries usually represent happy times. But the latest anniversary in my life was not a celebration. It was a remembrance of my mother’s passing.
I had sought a sign from her last year. Something that indicated to me that she was somehow still around.
It was night and nothing.
Girlfriend, It’s Time to Move On
The baby and toddler years will always be amongst my most memorable memories. It wasn’t easy finding a group of women who felt the same exact way I did about mommying.
A Scary Word Comes Between a Family
I had just returned from our first writing salon of the year. I listened to Jay complain about the unfairness of algebra homework, while Mimi held onto my leg as I tried to walk down the hall.
She asked if she could sit in my lap and I said of course. Mimi hesitated, than leapt onto me. I wondered why she thought before acting.
Mimi felt heavier. I tried to put my chin above her head, but it didn’t fit.
If ONLY I Could Be On Time
No matter how early I get up, I’m always late in bringing my daughter to school.
After spending a couple of hours at my desk writing in the morning, one would think that this initial sense of accomplishment would propel me to ensure that I would succeed in getting my daughter out the door, in the car and into her classroom on time.
It doesn’t.
It seems like there is always something. And that something always seems to come during the last, critical five minutes before school departure.
Mommy Has Free Time Alone!!!!!!!!!
My husband has taken the kids camping and left me to have a precious twenty-four hours to myself.
It is a gift.
I walked them to the SUV, gave kisses and hugs and waved as the car descended down the hill. Then I opened the gate, skipped down to the house and ran inside.
Witty, Wild and STILL Only a Child
It has been well documented that after a baby comes, a woman’s brain cells go.
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