Sound the alarm: the new way to welcome
False alarm? Perplexed, we resumed eating, when, of course, the driveway alarm sounded again. Continue reading Sound the alarm: the new way to welcome
The day your love language is “acts of plumbing”
As we removed old brown wax from the toilet flange, I realized that my husband’s project was also mine. Continue reading The day your love language is “acts of plumbing”
Shear terror? One way to kill a frog
I don’t like spiders and snakes — or frogs, actually, especially ones too close for comfort. Continue reading Shear terror? One way to kill a frog
Have to drink and run? Not fun
A “prepper for a colonoscopy” is merely a pooper, stockpiling nothing, flushing everything. Continue reading Have to drink and run? Not fun
When your friend battles breast cancer…
What I appreciated most about Connie throughout her battle with breast cancer was her transparency. Continue reading When your friend battles breast cancer…
Fight breast cancer and carry a big stick…
I don’t care if this blog post goes viral, but I sure wish your prayers, good thoughts, fingers crossed or whatever on Connie’s behalf do. Pray for Connie. Spread the word, please. Continue reading Fight breast cancer and carry a big stick…
An argument for communication…
How I was forced to communicate my frustration with someone’s lack of communication. Continue reading An argument for communication…
As a result of her death, the missing begins
She will miss wrinkles and arthritis, her daughters marrying, her grandchildren growing, and getting old with her husband. And we will all miss her. Continue reading As a result of her death, the missing begins
When you have to say goodbye to your big sister
My oldest sister is dying save a miracle. The doctors declared her “terminal.” Her organs are shutting down. She has no hope for recovery. Continue reading When you have to say goodbye to your big sister
Hindsight is, indeed, 20/20…
Looking back on what we had considered difficulties, we often gain the perspective of hindsight… Continue reading Hindsight is, indeed, 20/20…
When Trouble is a teenager and acts just like one
Our cat is like a teenager who shows up when she wants — and doesn’t when she doesn’t… Continue reading When Trouble is a teenager and acts just like one
It’s official: His death was a lifetime ago
Had he lived, he would have celebrated his 50th birthday this year. As of today, he has been dead more days than he’d been alive. Continue reading It’s official: His death was a lifetime ago
Did you have a nice trip?
I fell, sprawled on hands and knees — but no scrapes, no bruises, just a wrenched back that I optimistically thought might have been moved into alignment. Continue reading Did you have a nice trip?
Delight in the opposition…
My friend’s husband was in the midst of an ugly political race. To encourage her, I shared my son’s perspective: Delight in opposition. Continue reading Delight in the opposition…
Keep the girls covered…
It might be American culture or simply our locker room’s culture, but our unwritten rules clearly indicate that nakedness is a transitory state. Continue reading Keep the girls covered…
Snarky and hush…
A part of being snarky makes me hush. In that reflective hush, I can explore my motivation, tame my words, or simply stop the post. Continue reading Snarky and hush…
Power to the people, not to the parents
Sometimes our son misses our power. Such as the night before we lost ours when he lost his. Continue reading Power to the people, not to the parents
“Sara’s birthday’s in the house”
Sara’s birthday’s in the house. Or gym. Or office. Wherever. Today. Continue reading “Sara’s birthday’s in the house”
