It was summer. 1979. I just finished 3rdgrade with a wonderful teacher, Mrs. Finefield. I was nine. I wore the Rainbow Shirt. You know that shirt that had the rainbow splashed from left arm, across the chest and onto the right arm? Super groovy. I was a child. And I smoked all summer long. (You can gasp now.) My mom was a smoker. She had been smoking for decades. She always had a carton Continue Reading
Tales from the Toilet
I am literally sitting in my bathroom. And yes, I do keep little notebooks EVERYWHERE for when “aha-writing-moments” appear. Which is often, but I don’t always stop long enough to jot it all down. But, I digress. I am in here not due to tummy catastrophe but because a tantruming child is outside the door. He or she (I won’t give it away) is pounding on the door and apparently did not read Continue Reading
Inhaling Sunshine
The first mile of a run is always tough.Its the worst part of the run. It feels terrible. You huff and puff. You second guess why you even got out for a run. You doubt yourself and your ability to run at all. You may even tell yourself it’s totally ok to turn around, go home, and get another cup of coffee and cozy up on the sofa. And then…you turn the infamous running corner. Your breathing Continue Reading
A Raw and Honest Love Letter
Dear Sweet Mama, You have been given an incredible, amazing, and heartbreaking gift. You have been given a child with “special needs.” The needs could range from severe allergies to severe handicaps and/or anything in between. Not that there is a spectrum and your story is worse than another’s mom’s story. Or her story is worse than your story. You just each have a story. And a journey that Continue Reading
Jen Hatmaker Is My New Imaginary Friend
I have a crush on Jen Hatmaker. She is a new discovery to me. Writer, blogger, speaker, mother to 5 (she wins!), including two she adopted from Africa, and wife to Brandon Hatmaker. She lives in a city I would love to live in, Austin, Texas. Anyway, after reading her blog post that went completely and insanely viral, “The Worst End of School Year Mom Ever,” I was hooked. Because she’s my kind Continue Reading
For Their Father
I hear some women snippily say, “My husband is not MY father, why do I need to celebrate him?” And despite that I can be selfish and snarky (once a year), I wholeheartedly DISAGREE with women who say this. Chris is the father of my children, our children. Therefore I will celebrate him today for being the amazing father that he is to Luke, Ryan, and Kate. And if this post today is just too Continue Reading
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