My mother came for a visit. It was her first one since her stroke. She’d done well with texting me her location every 20 minutes, as I’d instructed, for the entire 4 hour drive. I knew that it had seemed kind of bossy. I just wanted to know she was...
My Middle School girls, ages nearly 12 and 13, are deep in the throws of their Constant Embarrassment Phase. Reasons they could be horrified can range in cause from anything from a nearly invisible oil stain on their shirt to someone else spotting...
We were the second people in line and had been standing there quite awhile when I noticed why. The woman in front of us in line who was old and very frail looking, buying only a big water jug, was slowly counting her payment out in all change. She...
She had been quiet almost all day. She just looked at her phone and rode still in the car. I kept looking at my 13 year old daughter, Chloe, in the rear-view mirror when I thought she wasn’t looking. I was trying to keep my eye on her. Lately I’ve...
White lights draped over-head like a canopy as my friend Lisa and I sat out in the dark. She had sent me an urgent S.O.S. asking if she could please come over. Life has been hitting her hard. We tilted our heads up the the stars as we talked. I...
The homeschool coordinator came today. She comes once every week. She didn’t even let me go home with her afterwards, either. (Rude) Her excuse of “a whole bunch of other appointments with other families” seemed kind of weak, if you ask me. On this...
It’s funny for it to be September, and for you to find yourself in the center of a Christmas decor aisle, but there I was, and boy was I feeling committed to it. I’d force my 2020 mood into submission if it was the very last thing I did. Mom’s...
I stopped scrolling as I came upon what looked to be a photo of myself: A mountain goat hanging onto a completely vertical cliff with just four small hooves and what appeared to be also the tip of it’s little goaty tongue. Looking like it was no big...
Part of you starts to expect that kind of call. All of you dreads the time when it will come. One minute you’re passing the salad around the table, telling your kids to eat one more bite, and the next minute the phone rings and that bite count...
So, I decided to homeschool my 8 year old this year. Her school wasn’t offering distance learning, and I didn’t feel comfortable with a 5-day-a-week plan quite yet, so I decided to homeschool her, instead. Paige has always been extra attached to me...