You all (yes, that is the unsatisfying northern version of y’all), it is time to celebrate.
Join me wherever you are by drinking some coffee or quoting a Gilmore Girl episode or eating a piece of chocolate (or a kale chip if you’re one of those amazing people who don’t eat sugar…I know you’re out there and I hope to join you someday.)
My baby turned 2 last week. Instead of silently sobbing while I stuff torn KitKat wrappers under my pillow, I’m going back to a wisp of truth I caught for a moment and tried to nail down with words. It’s from years ago when my now-medium kids were littles. I’m hoping it will help me ponder my baby’s official exit of babyhood with accomplishment. And of course I’ll still shed a few sentimental tears while I stuff a completely appropriate amount of wrappers under my pillow. Continue reading
In the midst of doing what I love, I also get to be who I am—a mom who takes a toddler potty a thousand times a day, a homeschooler who teaches “school schtuff,” a wife who (most of the time) folds laundry, a friend who makes friends laugh by sometimes snorting when I laugh, and at rare moments a marketing writer. Continue reading
Today is my one day of the week that two of my three kids leave the house at the same time for more than two hours of the day. (Whoa, that was a lot of prepositional phrases for one sentence and only two sips of coffee.) Continue reading
After a hiatus of several months from writing—the word hiatus sounds so pleasant, it gives a perception of
leisurely vacationing on a remote island instead of what I actually was doing—trying to pull the covers over
my head to hide from life.
I’m about to rock your world with a crazy, never-before-heard-truth: writing requires discipline. Let’s pause to allow everyone to compose themselves. Okay, now we’ll proceed. Continue reading
