Sometimes you send a text on a whim on a Sunday night that sets the ball rolling for a weekend two weeks later.
Sometimes you pack the night before, trying on clothes and crying because things don’t fit as nicely as you’d like them to for the pictures that will inevitably be taken.… Read More
Three sets of noisy little feet stomp-ran up the steps.
“Can we get some milk?”
“Sure,” I said from my seat on the couch where I had been snuggling the baby for well over an hour. My conversation with one of my favorite people continued as if three children hadn’t just burst into the room, interrupted us, and departed in a matter of seconds.… Read More
It’s always “that next thing.”
After the marathon.
Well, after my husband’s birthday.
Oh, wait. After our family vacation.
And then, after BlogHer.
It’s always the next thing, one more thing, one event or to-do on my list or place to be or thing to accomplish…
…that keeps me alive.… Read More
As part of the BlogHer ’14 Selfiebration, Julie Ross Godar asked a question today: Where were you ten years ago?
Funny timing, that.
Exactly 10.5 years ago, on December 19, 2003, I moved to Ohio. I meant to blog about it on the 10 year anniversary back in December, but this December hit me hard.… Read More
The door to my bedroom flew open at exactly eight o’clock this morning. LittleBrother burst into the room, a smile on his face.
“MOMMY!” He yelled. The happy kind of yell. I know it well. “HOW LONG DO YOU COOK WAFFLES?!”
He hinted yesterday that he and his brother were hatching a plan to make me breakfast in bed since FireDad’s shift day fell on Mother’s Day.… Read More
I didn’t attend the Mother Daughter Tea at my church. While the blurb in the newsletter stated that “all women were invited,” the whole “Mother Daughter” title comes off as exclusionary. It pushes the whole “you don’t have a daughter” in my face, even though I do.… Read More