I haven’t made a wish in a while, not an official one anyway. I didn’t blow out candles last year for my birthday and I can’t remember the last time Michael held out one of my fallen eyelashes. I have not closed my eyes on the stars, tried to channel a genie, or played tug…
I’m overwhelmed. Like hands full with too many things at the back of the grocery store and I didn’t get a cart, overwhelmed. There’s too much to do, it all needs to be done well and being one of those face painters at the Renaissance Fair is looking ideal. When am I going to learn? Things seem…
There’s a cactus on the corner by our house. I honestly can’t remember how it got there. After we built our home and the land settled back down from the trauma of construction, this particular cactus ended up on the corner. Maybe we planted it there, I’m not sure. All I know now is that it is my…
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…
I’m always a little overzealous with the Spackle. The less is more philosophy sort of goes out the window and I find myself not only covering up unsightly cracks or holes, but trying to get the wall back to it’s original state. My enthusiastic efforts usually create patches. I overdo it and then I have…
Pain. Is physical pain worse than emotional pain? I tend to think the emotional is harder to endure. Losing a child, or even watching a child hurting, is far worse than physically giving birth to that same child. I’m not saying that was a treat, but there is not an epidural for emotional pain. You can’t…
We have a well at our house. We get our water from the ground. For those of you that I have lost already, don’t think Laura Ingalls gathering with a bucket type of well. Think big electric box thing and a huge tank that fills with water. That water is then pumped into our…
A boy at my children’s high school was voted homecoming king this past week. The entire student body had a chance to nominate. Finalists were chosen. Those students where then put on a ballot and the king was selected. I remember high school. I remember the kids that were always chosen for these types of things. They were…
She had never wanted to grow up, but it happened without her permission. She was tradition, roots, a tender, the oldest, she was calm. Life moved along and as society would dictate, she tried to keep up, be the person she was supposed to be. She ran faster, pushed up, made up, drank up and somewhere along the…