“Mama, what’s a riot?” A question I never thought she’d ask. But it is a question I answered, before a long conversation on what is happening in our country, and the way that we can stand up, be a voice, and help out. “You know all of those times...
This day had me TIRED. Sending the kids outside to just listen to the soothing sound of only the dishwasher hum tired. Plan them a backyard campout that lasts several days with a sizable reward for whoever comes inside to pee the least tired. I feel...
We were not long into our nightly loop. The girls on their bikes and I, on foot, had just turned in the cul-de-sack when an old man who had been gardening in one of the neighbor’s yards drove up from behind and slowed, rolling his window down a bit...
As soon as I saw that my youngest daughter, Paige, had fixed herself breakfast on Sunday morning by spreading a half of a family-sized bag of Ruffles out on the entertainment cabinet like a charcuterie board, I really knew she was beginning to crack...
I don’t know if it started with the skinny dipping in the hot tub while only wearing Mardi-Gras beads, or with the institution of “Cookie Hour,” But Friends, We’ve thrown out all law over here. I know that we are not alone. My friend Randall –...
*Dedicated to my mom who shows me how every day. Happy Mother’s Day. I love you forever* The other day I FaceTimed my mom to check up on her. Being that she is 74, and not one to be told what to do, I have taken to messaging her often throughout...
My oldest daughter sighed today and I could see it. Nearly 21 and her faces are still the same. She is newly, and very happily married to the most wonderful man, and she even has a home of her own; But in her eyes I could see the pleading look of my...
I could tell that my time was coming. I could feel it brewing in the grocery store when there was not one bell pepper to be seen. I could feel it coming as I stood on a painted gravel line behind 15 masked faces just waiting to buy a single loaf of...
I thought if anyone needed an example of a few ways this time had done me wrong, all they would have to do was look at a quarantined Easter with kids. I went into it so unprepared. I’d waited too long to order things for baskets on Amazon, and all...
February…No. March…No. APRIL whoevenknows, 2020 Captains log 684: Though word from the capitol of The Contaminate grows increasingly grim, life here within the compound remains mostly the same, with the only main difference being...