I have this theory that age sinks in once we stop seeking challenges. Hopping out of a new bed, climbing a tree, learning to read, taking off the training wheels, making it into the toilet, standing tall at a new school. These are only a few in a sea of challenges children face as they…
I am not good at copying. Save the spot-on rendition of Everybody by The Backstreet Boys that my son and I perform in the car, I don’t do impressions. Simon Says was not my game. I either could not remember what Simon said, or forgot to ask. I rarely follow trends for any extended period.…
Inviting a pet into your life is an exercise in being in the now. When I was searching for my Jack, I read about different dog breeds, and there was one section I still find troubling—life expectancy. Jack is a Brittany, and the average life expectancy for his breed is 12-13 years. That’s not…
Last week it was decided we need a new mattress. I have learned many things as I have. . . aged. Yuck. I have learned many things as I have. . . cascaded through my years. No. I’ve learned a few things on my hopefully long walk toward the grave. Yes, that’s the one.…
My manuscript is officially late. I had to send a sad little pleading email to my editor who is far too nice to me. She graciously gave me until Monday to finish. As of this morning, that was three extra days. Three full 24-hour cycles. So, naturally given this extra time I got right to work.…
I bought a new washer and dryer. They are front loaders, which I have never had, but they make my laundry room look like a fancy laundromat, without the rolling carts. They are white and shiny, and they even play a little song when a load is finished. Stainless steel drums. It’s all very civilized and…
Hormones, we need to talk. I understand that I needed you growing up. I appreciate that you helped create the stew that made my children. I’m glad you’ve kept things female and working all of these years, but lately you’ve changed. You’re unstable, I can’t rely on you and you make me cry. I’m done now. This is no longer a…
Lots of counting, tracking, and numbers this month. The United States just turned 239 years old. This blog has been around for eight years this month. Jack Jack Cutie Face will be one year old tomorrow and on the very last day of July 2015, I will be forty-four. I’m not sure what any of this means,…
I have this thing with being left behind. I guess it’s an “issue.” I want to leave first, die first, I want to be the goer, doer. I’m not aware of any abandonment issues, and if I have them, it’s too late to delve into that mess. I’m an adult, a mom, who has a…