A few times a year–Super Bowl time and NCAA basketball tourney time, in particular–I start seeing posts on Facebook shaming “bandwagon fans.” And every year I get ruffled over this, and I start a post expressing my annoyance, and it inevitably becomes too long for Facebook and I abandon it and dump my complaints on my … More Circle the Wagons: Part 1
Yesterday was the first day that my children and I interacted with people other than the members of our household and my daughter’s best friend from down the street since #snowpacolypse last Thursday night. Of those five days, three of them were legit snowed-in days. Cars stuck in the driveway, roads covered, church closed, hope you don’t need anything … More Bourbon Bacon Marmalade
I read a blog post last summer that won’t let go of me. I don’t remember where I read it, who wrote it, where it originated, only the topic, which I have labeled in my mind as “photographs are liars.” The post was made up of a series of pictures of several different women who were suffering from varying degrees … More A picture’s worth a thousand lies
I am not qualified to provide commentary about what’s happening in Paris and other parts of the world right now. I am not even qualified to understand what is happening in Paris and other parts of the world. I am not qualified to suggest solutions to global terrorism, or even terrorism of the local variety. I … More I cannot deactivate until you say you are satisfied with your care.
I am listening to my Drew Holcomb and the Neighbors playlist on repeat as I will the toaster to toast the bread faster so our son will cease making that noise. You know the one. It cannot be described. But my ears are not bleeding yet, so there is hope. There’s steam pouring out of … More To my husband on our 3rd anniversary:
It is 4 a.m. I went to bed with what I told Trent was “discomfort,” but now the pain in my abdomen is the stuff epidural requests during labor are made of. I know, because I have made those requests, and they were granted quickly, so I have never actually felt this kind of protracted … More Wait. See.
I was talking to my almost 9 year-old on the way home from school the other day, reminding her that I was leaving for dinner with some friends when her dad got home and that I wouldn’t be back until after she was asleep. This is always a touchy issue with her, because clearly no … More Friend me.
I see you there, sitting at your kitchen table in a rare quiet moment. One kid is asleep, another is playing at the neighbor’s down the street. You are summoning the energy to get up and clean those floors for the third time this week, wondering how much you can get done before nap time … More Storm/Shelter
Thank you for letting me rock you to sleep tonight. After the dinnertime scream fest, the hitting and kicking and whining, the writhing and sand throwing and back arching, and especially after the Daddy love fest these past few days, I was starting to think maybe it was me. That’s right: I was taking your … More Boy.
So last weekend I found myself digging through my own trashcan. It was the kitchen one, too, so, wet coffee grounds and slimy clementine peels and discarded food from children (which is more disgusting than discarded food from grown people). I assure you, I had a perfectly good reason. You can probably think of a handful … More
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