This is one of things I hadn’t intended to write about. (But maybe it will be cathartic.) But my job, being the job it is…. this is probably necessary. I have written the sentence to my beautiful, most favorite people in the world over 20 times in the last few weeks “soooo, I have some...
The thing about life…. I’m finding, is that’s is kinda one big series of adjustments to stages. And the way you react to those stages, is your choice. This summer was one of those stages. It was the first summer since birth my son was home with me. All day, ever day. It was a...
Matriarchs. Not all mother’s are matriarchs. Not all grandmother’s are matriarchs. It just doesn’t work that way. What is a matriarch? I’ve been thinking about it a lot. To me….. It’s the woman unafraid to take charge. Though doesn’t have to be loud or brash. It’s a woman who is soft enough to let you...
There is a picture of my best friend and I. On the last day of 7th grade. I’ll find it soon (sorry Amy Marie) We are standing arms around one another. A blond and a brunette. Skinny legged. In crop top shirts. That we traded each other for (we rarely wore our own clothes.) High...
What do you think of white picket fences? What is the first thing that comes to your mind? A perfect house? With perfect people? Surrounded by a white picket fence. A life of luxury? There are three things that I think of when I think of white picket fences. The Karate Kid. Tom Sawyer (the...