At 16 I didn’t really picture the future, maybe that was the problem.
My oldest daughter has been leaving reminders all over the house that she is old enough to take driver’s education classes now. There are a couple of driving school coupons on my writing desk, a...
View ArticleThe dark truth about white lies
Telling a friend her outfit looks great when in your head you’re dialing TLC’s What Not to Wear and contemplating taking secret footage seems harmless. After all, a little white lie is just a...
View ArticleDoesn’t anyone deliver coffee?
I have been completely distracted today. My brain can not grab on to any one thought for more than a few seconds. The first alarm went off around 5:15 this morning, followed by a series of drawer slams...
View ArticleSometimes, you just have to walk away
I’m trying to be more honest, but people are making it very hard to refrain from those little white lies. There really are only two things I can do now if I feel threatened to tell an untruth. Laugh...
View ArticleFive Minute Friday: Again
I’ve been here before, sitting on the bottom of the shower, clutching my stomach. It has been a while. The steamy water pelts my back, pushing out the very last drop. Dinner never tastes good the...
View ArticleRoad to Tomorrow by Mary Metcalfe
“She already knew what she’d find. She walked into the still-steamy room, and there, in the bathtub, were all her best clothes – stewing in a pool of water the color of an angry bruise. Her cotton...
View ArticleFive Minute Friday: Afraid
Her voice sounds jumbled and explosive echoing through the car speakers. “Why did you leave me, Mommy?” she cries, “Why did you leave me?” The tears are flooding the connection, and my eyes start to...
View ArticleCafe Confusion
My teenage daughter has discovered the sweet bliss of cafe mocha. It’s like hot chocolate on steroids. Although I have avoided letting her start such a decadent and addictive morning ritual, high...
View ArticleTime is in the eye of the beholder
Sometimes I feel like I am battling myself, as if I am sifting through the stages of grief on a daily basis. Reflection is a double-edged sword. At times it reminds me of all the amazing moments I have...
View ArticleBeing a parent can suck the life right out of you
“How did it go?” asked DW, his voice meeting me in the darkness. “Today, I don’t want to be a parent,” I replied, crawling back under the covers. One piece of advice I must never forget was given to me...
View ArticleI try twice as hard and I’m half as liked
It’s strange to see pictures of my mom equivalent in age to the age I am now, even weirder to see pictures of myself at the current age of my oldest daughter. My mom wore 40 well. She looked youthful...
View ArticleFive Minute Friday: Bare
People generally reveal their true nature in times of stress, good or bad, I think. When The Hare competed last season for a new gym, she gave enough to get by, but her heart just wasn’t in a full...
View ArticleThe scents and sounds of sisters
There hasn’t been much snow this year, but the sharp temperatures have still been painful. So when a true snow day appeared on Friday, the kids were giddy. Unfortunately for The Hare, snow does not...
View ArticleDear mid-life crisis
Dear mid-life crisis 40, It has come to my attention that you are coming, and not for a visit, but to move in permanently. Quite presumptuous of you, I think, when no invitation has been offered. Ever....
View ArticleFive Minute Friday: Beloved
The girls slid into the booth on either side of me, their date waited patiently while they got comfortable. “I’m going to sit on this side,” he said with grin, “so I can see your beautiful faces.” The...
View ArticleWe all need our own space
Although it was the right decision to home school this year, it did not come without some sacrifice. My time, attention and goals have been revamped to accommodate one busy fifth grader during the day...
View ArticleFive Minute Friday: What mama did
I Skype with my mom almost every morning. We are pajama clad, bed-headed and sleepy-eyed. One cup of coffee maybe. But there is a small window of opportunity to be with her each day, something I have...
View ArticleFirst light kisses
DW teases me often. It’s never hurtful or mean, only lighthearted and playful. I can especially count on him to point out the obvious when I make a dumb mistake, finding humor in everything. His jovial...
View ArticleFive Minute Friday: Ordinary
I hate when she cries. Actually, I hate when either of my kids cry, but somehow it effects me more greatly when my almost 15-year-old daughter is the one in tears. It brings back a flood of memories....
View ArticleIt’s rare, but sometimes I’m right
“I don’t know what’s worse, ” I whined, a half-drunk glass in my hand, “letting my child fail in order to learn a lesson or making her mad at me for making the right decision on her behalf to give …...
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