I'd like to say it's rare to be awoken from a sound sleep at 6 a.m. by my chickens. I'd like to say, I don't mind hearing their cute nonsensical sounds. I might even be persuaded to say these chickens have been an enjoyable aspect of my life. Might. Truth is, these chickens wake up… Continue reading Oh, for the love of Chickens!
Last week, I wrote about my son. He didn't make the high school baseball team. He was devastated. We were heartbroken for him. It was a hard day. Later that evening, I received a private message from a young woman who'd come into my boutique once or twice. She'd read my blog and asked if… Continue reading The Kindness of Strangers
He didn't make the team. Three days of tryouts, drills, and tired bones. Three days of holding my breath every time he took the field. Optimism has turned to defeat. And I can't fix it. When he was little, and broke his Thomas the Tank Engine train track, I fixed it. When he scraped his… Continue reading When You Can’t Fix Things
My son is getting ready for his Freshman semi-formal right now. I've been asking him for weeks if he needed anything for the dance; a new shirt, pants...a hair cut maybe? Nope. He was 'all set' - until this morning. Just 12 hours before the dance. "I need a shirt. Oh, and a tie." That… Continue reading Getting Ready for the Dance
For those of you who know me, you know I'm a pretty positive person. I'm always smiling. I'm usually pretty happy. I don't often share a tale of woes because I don't really have any. Well, not now anyway. Not anymore. Back in July, I went through something. It shook me to my core. I… Continue reading 8 Months of Soul Searching…
So now that my folks have moved across town, to what I consider the tip of the earth, there's no more "pop in," no more "see you in a few minutes" - no, our time has to be planned now. We have to schedule places to meet, because you know..neither one of us wants to… Continue reading My Morning with Mom
I don't like to watch the news. I don't like my happy world interrupted by death, political posturing, kidnapping and natural disasters. I don't like knowing what insurmountable pain surrounds us, all over the world. I'm crazy like that. Growing up in my suburban home, I simply don't recall such bad news. I don't seem… Continue reading The World Today…It’s Not The 80s.
My son has a project due in a few days. He has to recreate a Trireme. If y'all aren't currently taking 7th grade History class, it's a devastating warship which permitted Athens to build her maritime empire and dominate the Aegean in the 5th century BCE. (Thank you, Google.) He's had weeks to prepare and… Continue reading Sawdust & Memories
After a long day at the boutique, I came home to an empty house. Heaven! The husband and the kids were out. Nice! Alone time. The house was mine all mine. Well, mine and my pups. In my elation, I ran upstairs to put on my pjs and get all snuggled up to watch some… Continue reading Why I will never fold laundry again, unless I’ve personally washed it myself
A few years back, we told our oldest about Santa. He was eleven at the time. And by 'we' I mean my husband, because in all actuality, I was a coward, and just couldn't bring myself to destroy my son's childhood. And guess what? It did not go well. So when my middle turned eleven… Continue reading Telling the Truth…About Santa