Dear Mom Who…….

Dear mom who: parents differently than me. Is having a bad day. Hasn’t showered in a week due to nursing schedule of doom or depression.  Who has a cranky child. Who has a child who has decided that today is THE day to test cuss words at church, or scream… Read more“Dear Mom Who…….”

A Mile in Her Shoes: Picking Favorites (Not among my children.)

I love her style. Maybe, if I spend time with her, it will rub off.  A list.  She’s beautiful, like model beautiful. If I hang with her, I’ll be the fat, plain friend. B list. She’s too negative. I can’t have that in my life. She’s too happy-happy joy joy…. Read more“A Mile in Her Shoes: Picking Favorites (Not among my children.)”

A Lavishly Celebrated Christmas…..

Lavish=expended, bestowed, or occurring in profusion: lavish spending. 2. using or giving in great amounts; prodigal (often followed by of): lavish of his time; lavish of affection. FYI: Lavish is a relative term. This year celebrating Christmas lavishly means: We have a tree in the foyer but the lights won’t work… Read more“A Lavishly Celebrated Christmas…..”

The Mess of the Manger

  Crystal. Olive wood from the holy land. Hand carved Bavarian. Faceless collectible figurines (I always will see if those are of Amish design…prices range from a dollar for an ornament at dollar tree to. Thousands. For a nativity scene. The choices are endless. One for every decor and budget. All… Read more“The Mess of the Manger”

Christmas Calamity- When the dog eats baby Jesus- you may be missing the point.

“I want a hand carved Nativity.  That will be the perfect souvenir!  An heirloom!  It will be perfect.” I told my husband- long before we left for our trip to Germany. When we arrived- I scoured every shop in Bavaria searching for just the right one. Finally- in a beautiful,… Read more“Christmas Calamity- When the dog eats baby Jesus- you may be missing the point.”

A Broken Brave

  My coffee cup cupboard is a dangerous game of Jenga. Porcelain teacups are  stacked with heavy Starbucks mugs. Insulated cups, ready to hit the road are perched on cracked faded cups gifted by students, 30 years ago. (This type of stacking is what happens when your family empties the dishwasher…. Read more“A Broken Brave”

The Last Dandelion. Celebrating the daily love of my kids.

  It is crushed enough that the chubby, dirty fingernailed and mud smeared hand that holds it, now shares a smear of it’s sun-like yellow color. And, it is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.  The last dandelion handed to me by my son.  The leaves are wilted. The stem… Read more“The Last Dandelion. Celebrating the daily love of my kids.”

The Mommy- Martyr Crown

As each woman walked out and took her place on stage, I sized up my competition. Each one, was: Beautiful Intelligent Resourceful Unique Dedicated Incredible Struggling Each was dressed perfectly in her own style- and donning the perfect shoes. I thought: “I might be in trouble.”  And, I hoped the… Read more“The Mommy- Martyr Crown”

In Which: I Hate Being on Hold. In all ways.

Confession: I hate the phone. Well- I love my phone- I just hate talking on it. I have issues talking to people without being able to see their faces. Among the bakers dozen other issues I have. I especially hate being placed on hold, once I’ve actually picked up the… Read more“In Which: I Hate Being on Hold. In all ways.”

In Which a Small Fear grows into a Small Brave that Turns into Big Brave.

“I’m not the artsy one.” “My handwriting is illegible- there’s no way I can draw.” “Words, are as close to art as I can get.” “Photography is my art.” I’ve said and believed, all of the above. And in the back of my mind I always dreamed of being able… Read more“In Which a Small Fear grows into a Small Brave that Turns into Big Brave.”