I’m tempted to see my maternal missteps as global pronouncements of my failure to nurture my children right. But my children see no such thing. They forgive and they forget. Their mercy pours down on me… I hate when my raw edges are exposed and I fall short of the mother I want to be,Read the whole post >>
Hold fast to hope, hold fast to your family
Yesterday my three oldest children found me slumped over sitting on my bed silently weeping. When they skipped in with baby brother scooting along behind them, I tried to sweep the tears away, but they know a sad mama when they see one. “Mommy, what’s wrong?” my oldest asked. “You’re crying,” my 5-year-old said. “WhyRead the whole post >>
7 Quick Takes: The Photo-op & She’s Risen from the Blogging Dead Edition
— 1 — Since I have a fall-inspired pile of photos that I knew readers who are actually related to me might enjoy seeing (AKA this post is for you, Nana, and Gaba), I thought I’d jump on the 7 QTs bandwagon after a long hiatus. As for my blogging habits these days, well, theyRead the whole post >>
Comic relief and hope in a “haze of TMI”
My kids have sensed that something big that is outside of them and outside of our home is going on right now. Not only is Mommy suddenly spending more time online again (tsk, tsk), but she and Daddy, she and the babysitter, she and her Gaba, she and her Nana, she and her brother, sheRead the whole post >>
I live in uncertain times (this post has nothing to do with what you might think it does)
On Saturday, I woke up early to drive over an hour to where my little brother and his wife live, so I could support my sister-in-law (who has Type 1 diabetes) in the Juvenile Diabetes Research Foundation’s Walk to Cure Diabetes. After a week of staying up far too late, the lack of sleep hitRead the whole post >>
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