There are moments upon moments when I feel pulled in ten different directions and the elastic band that holds my soul, snaps. And when that happens, I just have to laugh at myself. Soul exposed. Transparency at its very best. Or worst. I am making beds. At 9:15 p.m., to be precise. What is the …
What a Labour Day weekend I have had. That is all I can truly say. It was one for the record books. We decided to take our new-to-us camper and do one more, end-of-the-summer camping spree with the gang. Worst.idea.ever. And now that summer is over, I cannot even look forward to a vacation from …
Just now, I laughed. Loud and hard, like a free-spirited little kid. And it felt good to laugh! I don’t know whether or not it was the first time today that I let out a bellow. I honestly can’t remember. I was too preoccupied all day long worrying about changes Autumn brings with it, along …
Sitting on a rickety wooden rail beside a sea of balls, one gets to see life as it is really lived out. It is a vantage point like no other, really. One must sit as quiet as a bird on a limb so as not to miss a thing. For conversations like these are quick …
I am up at 5:00 a.m. Then 6:00 a.m. And then 6:07 a.m. And then I finally pull my lazy bones out of bed at 6:08 a.m. I can hardly contain the excitement. It is root canal day. Yes, my sorry mouth is yet again on its way in to the dentist. My van can …
Why do Mom’s cookies, eaten straight up from the cookie jar, taste best when indulged as a bedtime snack? Gingersnaps, rolled in sugar. Pressed with the hand, perhaps and then baked to perfection. These sitting on this mahogany table, tempting me until I cannot resist, have crackles like tiny rivers running randomly across their golden …
Happy Hour at the Gard residence is officially beginning. It is that time of the night when mama bear can let her hair down, exhale a whole lot of hot air and cut loose on the computer while the little cubs hibernate in their little dens. There are no thankfully no audible sounds coming from …
It is about a million degrees in the house right now, this summer solstice evening. I have just come downstairs for the umpteenth time, floating on heat waves as I ride the banister. The last trip was to tuck my youngest daughter in bed with throw pillows and blankets all in place along with every …
How Not to Have the Vacay of your Dreams… I have had this recurring dreaming for the past couple of weeks . The dream goes mostly like this: I am finished work and school is out for the summer. In the shade a brightly colored beach umbrella, I am relaxing poolside with my favorite book …
Husband and I finally went on a date this evening, we even had our children’s blessings. The tyrants, I mean children are not usually so generous. I recall tears and sobbing the last time we tried to go out, and it was so frustrating we stayed in and I cleaned the bathroom instead. Not.happening.tonight. I …
Can’t think, brain’s numb: inspiration won’t come. Children cried; I’m fried. Friday’s glow already died. Poop on boots; bike helmet like a noose Think I’ve got a few screws loose. Kids in bed, legs feel like lead. Can’t even read what I just said. Husband- T.V. That’s just groovy. Facebook- your just like a movie. …
I am. An accident waiting for it to happen. I also am a magnet for any kind of weird and crazy happenstance. Take yesterday, for instance. We were driving to Husband’s parent’s house, and as it was a beautiful day, I had my arm out the window. For about two seconds, mind you. And all …