The following is written by a guest blogger. The opinions expressed here are those of the writer and do not reflect the opinions of Bob Lacey, Sheri Lynch or the Bob & Sheri show. Today I sat across from my doctor, whom I had come to because of...
The following is written by a guest blogger. The opinions expressed here are those of the writer and do not reflect the opinions of Bob Lacey, Sheri Lynch or the Bob & Sheri show. I woke up with only a few minutes to get dressed and be out the...
The following is written by a guest blogger. The opinions expressed here are those of the writer and do not reflect the opinions of Bob Lacey, Sheri Lynch or the Bob & Sheri show. My oldest daughter’s grandmother died yesterday. Grandmother on...
The following is written by a guest blogger. The opinions expressed here are those of the writer and do not reflect the opinions of Bob Lacey, Sheri Lynch or the Bob & Sheri show. *Originally posted August, 2013* The other day we set out for the...
The following is written by a guest blogger. The opinions expressed here are those of the writer and do not reflect the opinions of Bob Lacey, Sheri Lynch or the Bob & Sheri show. We’ve been having some struggles with our middle daughter, Tessa...
So here we are again in May; Long-time Nemesis of Motherhood Sanity. The month of last-minute science projects, and book reports, and jog-a-thons. Year-end party sign-up sheets stapled to suggestions for appropriate teacher appreciation day gifts...
This is for the tear wipers The band-aid smoothers The snack choppers For the guidance givers And the medicine measurers The insurance ID number knowers The beginning band concert goers This is for the science project gluers And the midnight...
My girls are on an overnight field trip. Every year the upper grades at their school dress as Russian settlers and go an hour up the coast to Fort Ross, CA, a Russian settler encampment, where they spend a couple of days living as those settlers did...
Some days will be sunshine You’ll bask in the glow How things could be better, You just won’t know Some days will be shadow Chilly and gray You might forget there were times when It wasn’t this way Some days will be soft They’ll be easy to hold Your...
The bell on the door rang as we entered Screamin’ Mimi’s – our small town’s ice cream shop. “Banana splits for dinner,” I had declared, and for once no one complained about my meal plan. The girls all chose their ice cream flavors, and after I...