When Maggie was younger, she played with snails in our backyard. She would dig through the dirt, make them little leaf houses, talk to them, and then beg me to let her bring them in her room. This went on for a while and then one day her brother and sister got involved. They grabbed a…
My son is being a little shit lately. He’s actually well over six feet tall and seventeen years old, so I guess that makes him a big shit. He’s stormy, disrespectful, self righteous, ugly and cocky. He has all the answers. He’s conniving and manipulative. It’s super yucky and he makes me nervous. When we…
There was a young woman at Whole Foods tonight in a wheelchair. She looked like she may have been recently released from the hospital. I instinctively recognized the telltale bandages, tape, and that weak, but happy to be out, look. She was smelling the natural soap slices with her brother, maybe her boyfriend. She was smiling and I stood…
I’m in a riptide. It’s not my first one, but I never get used to them. I flail and fight and reach for land or a rock. I don’t like being carried in a direction I don’t want to go. It’s scary and I like control, I often convince myself I need control. The riptides seem…
Michael started reading Shel Silverstein with Katlyn when she was little. They tried Harry Potter, but Katlyn was bored, so he moved on to Where The Sidewalk Ends. Katlyn is twenty and she now owns all of Shel Silverstein’s books, even the bad one about the rabbit. They still reference Shel’s stories in conversation, it’s like…
It’s Mother’s Day again. I like the idea of a day that celebrates those of us that mother, but the cheezy commercialism of it is a bit much. Some years it flies by. I buy the card, send the gift. My own mother thinks the whole thing is silly, so there’s really no pressure. For…
Warning: This post is a rant. If you are not in the mood, or you’re super sensitive, or maybe even if you bring your dog into Starbucks. You should close out and come back later. Take Our Daughters…and Sons to Work Day. Stop. This has really got to stop. The day was originally Take Our Daughters to…
Cotter was born two and a half weeks early. My blood pressure went up, seems about right, and he wanted out. He was well over seven pounds and sick of floating around waiting for his life to start. Cotter began taking formula and cereal early too, he ate like a truck driver. He hated being…
I’m baking a cake today. Actually I baked the cake part last night and later today I’ll frost. This one’s a little different. Dark chocolate cake, vanilla buttercream frosting and then dark chocolate ganache poured over the top just until it cascades down the sides. It looks beautiful in the picture. Remains to be seen…