*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...
This is Kerri Green, reporting live from the scene of EVERY SINGLE THING THAT HAS HAPPENED TO ME IN THE LAST THREE WEEKS. Not that I’m losing it, or that the walls are closing in on me, or I have thought a few bad words while homeschooling that we...
Well, I’m homeschooling. Reluctantly. This morning as I set the girls up for day one of their distance learning, all one did was ask if we had a ruler anywhere and I started to feel clammy up under my bra. Anyone who knows me knows I love my...
Well, So far so good. Mostly. Quarantine Day 4, and nothing too major to report. No broken bones, or rabid dogs stranding us on the tops of our cars. No having to boil brown foamy creek water; And, as far as my initial Walking Dead imaginations were...
Man, It’s hard to be a mom right now. As if the daily shaping of humans into upstanding citizens wasn’t enough… As if the Jr. High clothing crises, and seventh grade math homework, and figuring out what foods they’ll all eat while actually...
I will never forget the way her eyes looked when I told her we needed to talk. My daughter Tessa, in the seventh grade, glanced up at me, and then immediately back at the floor. I led her outside to the chairs on the lawn and waited for her to...