To My Friend with the Crazy Child: All Children are Crazy

(This post is a response to a recent text from a friend. Dear One, I hope this helps.) I remember the day when, driving my kids to somewhere, gripping the steering wheel, I thought, "These people have absolutely lost it." Nearly all of them were sitting in back, crying, because one of them had stolen … Continue reading To My Friend with the Crazy Child: All Children are Crazy

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Disconnecting: How Hard it is

If the sunlight brightens a leaf on a tree and no one posts it on Instagram, does it really happen? I'm taking a break from social media this week. I'm not responding to text messages unless it's a plan to get together. I am disconnecting and it is not easy. Sitting in the living room, watching … Continue reading Disconnecting: How Hard it is

Perfectly Imperfect

Yesterday, I made the best potato soup. It wasn’t creamy, or even very pretty. I added too much water and wheat flour never quite looks right when used as a thickener. But, the taste. oh my. It was delicious. Yesterday, some friends came over. We had a blast, talking and laughing, confessing who we were and … Continue reading Perfectly Imperfect

So Very Very Ordinary

Jealousy is a wretched beast. I don't fall for it often. Most days, I'm good. I laugh inside remembering that when the kids were babies, and they were crying, we followed three criteria: Were they fed? Were they changed? Were they loved? If the answer to every question was yes, and we knew that nothing … Continue reading So Very Very Ordinary

Just January.

It's 2015. It's cold. Not so cold that the kids couldn't go to school today. That was yesterday. The day when we all felt a little icky and bored. January is a strange beast. American culture has painted it to be a new beginning, a fresh start for everybody. But, January, really, is a name … Continue reading Just January.