I am possibly the most non-photogenic person on the planet. I’m the one that jacks up the group picture by closing my eyes or flashing the psycho smile. When we review photographs from vacations or the dreaded Christmas picture, it’s not uncommon to hear laughs and a few “Oooh, what happened there?” or “Mom, that…
One of the great challenges while raising children is helping them become adults without making mini versions of ourselves. I don’t want my children to be like me. I want them to learn from me and hopefully they’ve listened to some of my less than brief ramblings, but what I want most for them, aside…
Fun. So important to have and often hard to find as adults, unless shots of Tequila are involved. My sides hurt by the time I dropped my son off at school this morning. He has mastered fun. Granted he’s only 15, so there’s not a whole lot to worry about, but he is a fun…
You know those scenes in some movies where they speed everything up and the sun rises and sets and the cars race by and the people look like little ants? The ones where they’re showing the passage of time? Sometimes I feel like I’m in one of those scenes. I try to slow it down…
Michael has a garden. Tomatoes, peppers and this season…strawberries. Four different kinds. He has vines planted on one wall of the side yard that has become his “space” and we just bought a great table for potted plants and tools. It’s starting to come together. Maggie is highly invested in the garden and has been…
Last week I had to go to the post office again because my mail lady is a crazy person. I know we live out in the middle of nowhere and I know our house is down a hill, but if you can’t hang then don’t become a New River Mail Lady. We have a fairly…
Space. I really like and often need my space. It’s not that I get claustrophobic, it’s more a matter of needing to be alone. I’ve always liked time alone. Being an only child and living within a family of five, I crave it. We went to Paris after Christmas this year, all five of us.…
I must have four full bottles of Spray n Wash, the refill size. I’m on this crazy cleaning spree lately and part of my assault includes the cabinet in my laundry room. Everything came out, cabinet wiped clean and everything went back. Holy crap, I have a lot of Spray n Wash. How did that happen?…
Andrew sends me a text today that he saw a piece on The Today Show talking about how cursive handwriting is moving out of schools. He asked me what I thought. It’s safe to say I sort of lost my mind all over him. He’s used to it. I was texting with a fervor that…
