I read a book once. It was all downhill from there. When a little plastic stick told me a baby was on the way, I gave that solid pink line a fake smile and swallowed some panic. This would be the first of many improvisations as a mother to be followed by a… Continue reading The Best Bad Mom
I am chipping at a block of frozen cookie dough because I could not find the jello. And because we’ve lost a dear member of our family. When I learned the news of her passing, I betrayed my Southern roots and cried like a baby. It is protocol to shake one’s head and say, “God bless… Continue reading Funeral Salad
There was sun. There was sun, warm winds, and ground that finally smelled like grass. So we stood still in the center of a sprawling playground, a mom and her boy fresh from crawling. With biting air and ice and snow smothering life outdoors, my son learned to navigate on foot and wobble safely around sharp corners in… Continue reading fresh legs: wise words from the newly walking.
The high school world of scraped lockers, scuffed linoleum, and Sharpie-emblazoned picnic tables provided an outlet for me. I suppose you are all anticipating a pro-educational story, an inspirational tale of how that one teacher who made us create Odyssey themed board games changed my life forever. Maybe I went back to visit said teacher,… Continue reading If these walls could talk, they’d SCREAM!
Several months ago, I attempted to shake my fat funk by amping up the old exercise routine. The “amping up” was relatively easy, as simply flexing my arm while eating ice cream would be a vast improvement from my static norm: cigarettes and coffee while reading about weight loss. My older sister helped to spur… Continue reading Chasing Pavement & Suspected Predators