Once, there was a little blog. A little blog of mine. I’d check on it every day. Sometimes twice. To make sure it was fine. And someday when life slows down. And pigs have flown. I’ll log back on again. And like old friends, we’ll nestle in. That little blog of mine. Advertisements
I used to have this thing, where I was too embarrassed to mention you for fear of making people feel uncomfortable. I mean, death is awkward and depressing. But I’m over that now. When it comes to lives, you certainly lived a wonderful one. When it comes to kindness, selflessness, intelligence and humor, I can’t think of many… Read More A Letter to My Mother, On the Anniversary of Her Death
“to extend or expand beyond a safe or reasonable point” Tuesday morning, 5:30 am. Mommy…mommy…you can hear the whispers. As you pry your groggy eyes open(ish) through the ridiculously early morning darkness,you make out what appears to be your 3-year-old pleading for some grapes…peeeeeeez. You stumble your way to the kitchen, tripping over a scattering of Tonka trucks and… Read More Overextended.
That mortifying moment your 3-year-old busts out his first four-letter word. And you know exactly where he learned it from…you. We’ve all been there. Don’t lie. You know you have, too. We do our best to keep it clean around innocent ears, but every once in awhile (daily) things might slip out that would make even… Read More SH*T
We’re watching the Never Ending Story while folding the Never Ending Laundry.
For 19 years, I was lucky enough to have the most amazing mom ever to have lived on this earth. That’s her in the photo, wasn’t she ridiculously beautiful? I always loved the colors in the background, the silver lining around the Pacific waves that somehow emphasize the honey highlights in her hair. See, beautiful,… Read More To the Mommyless Moms on Mother’s Day
Hey girl, I feel your pain. The pure exhaustion is setting in, taking over every part of you. I feel. your. pain. Today’s one of those days you’re so tired that if there was a breathalyzer for delirium, you’re pretty sure you’d blow a million point a million.
My oldest boy is learning to write. He can’t quite get those tricky w’s, and he writes his sixes backwards. Right now, he loves homework. I mean not just a little, when he’s sent home with an assignment, it’s like Christmas morning for this kid. He cries if we can’t make it to a school… Read More Passing Penmanship
I met my new best friend today. No, it’s not a giant can of spam. She doesn’t even eat faux meat. At least I don’t envision she does. See, we haven’t actually met…yet.
April is National Poetry Month. I’ve decided to celebrate by sharing the first poem I ever wrote…many…many moons ago.