Miranda Steffen

Miranda is a Dallas native, though she has been in Oklahoma since 2001. She lives in Norman with her husband and four boys. Her kid's ages range from preschooler to young adult, and her age ranges from "young at heart" to "I desperately need a nap". Her background is in early education, but after one of her children was diagnosed with autism, she shifted more towards special ed and advocacy. When the moon aligns just the right way and she gets to sneak out of her boy lair, Miranda enjoys bopping around thrift stores with her friends, her semi-regular book club, random road trips, hiking, collecting old psychology books, board games, and finding an adventure in the small and mundane.

The Holiday Season vs. The Special Needs Family

Dear Grandparents, Aunts & Uncles, and The Guy Your Cousin Always Has Hanging Around But You're Not Sure What the Deal Is: Hi.  It's me. Your family member with a child that has additional needs. I...

Co-Parenting Through the Holidays: A Guide

As parents, we want to be there for all of our child's moments, from the small and mundane to the big and spectacular. With divorce, we not only navigate through all of the grown-up...

I Didn’t Lose the Baby, but I Lost Alongside You

I screamed with shocked excitement when you came to town and announced you were pregnant. You secretly recorded us under the guise of a group photo to save our reactions for years to come....

4 Things To Do on Your Family Hike

You've finally done it. You have managed to close the tablets, take away the video game controllers, turn off the TV, and throw the phones into your bag. "We are going to spend time...

Simple DIY Solar Eclipse Sun Projector

Has eclipse mania swept through your house? Do you want to make sure you and your kids can view the event without damaging your eyes? Stop trying to find those glasses because they are...

The 21st Century PTA Wants You…ALL of You!

Once upon a time, in a city far, far away... I hid from the PTA. Not figuratively, literally. I spotted them parked at the front doors of my oldest son’s elementary school after I was...