I want to be a writer. To put down words that capture the essence of something so difficult to put your hands around. To make the intangible, tangible through black and white and little letters and fonts. And I have so little time to do it. To write. Because I have so...
This letter was originally posted six months ago on the MOPS International blog (MOPS.org/mom). Baby Giulianna has her second birthday tomorrow. It turns out she’s not a baby anymore. All of the sudden she’s a walking, talking, foot stomping, independent girl. And she...
It’s not unusual for me to cry in the grocery store checkout line. By the time I get to that point in the shopping trip I am trying to push a cart weighted down with food for a family of six with one hand, while wrestling a kicking toddler with the other. I’m...
If you are visiting here because you saw me on Tsh’s site SimpleMom.net, thanks for clicking over to find out more. More about me. More about the book I just had published. The truth is I didn’t set out to write a book. And I certainly didn’t set out to write a book...
She stood on the side of the pool, goggles on, swim cap tight, shivering and crying. Pathetic. Skinny. Meek. Might all be words that described how my eight-year old appeared. She stepped off the side of the pool and dropped feet first into the water. And then swam,...
I used to think “I’ll pray for you” was such an empty phrase. A recognition that I can’t really do anything that will change this situation, but I need to say something, so I’ll say this. It sounded hollow. Self-centered almost. Definitely ineffective. I was in the...
Today I’m linking up again with the Five Minute Friday crowd. We all write for 5 minutes on a word, no editing, just write and publish. This week’s word: Song. Song. Go. I had to look it up on my iphone, what was it? It had been so long. There it was, I...
