The piano is a baby grand. It stands majestic at center stage, ready for young pianists to strike its ivory keys. An intimidating creature, its presence dominates and casts a spell interchangeably. We take our seat in the church pews after the second class finishes. We wait. Fortunately, we have arrived in time to hear …
Just a note…some of this is a re-print from an earlier blog I wrote, and some of it are new thoughts I had on the same subject that I wanted to add on! Feel free to comment… My daughter and I sit on her bed. We have just finished reading her two bedtime stories, her …
Sunday evening, and I am finally ready for the weekend to begin. To begin again, that is. How is it that we are able to completely press speed dial when it comes to Friday through Sunday, but the rest of the week is like waiting on hold with elevator music playing in the background? Sunday …
Four little girls are snug as bugs in a rug under blankets and surrounded by pillows on my living room floor. They are eating me out of house and home, and what they don’t eat will go in the cupboard for Daddy’s late night snacks. They are watching Mr. Popper’s Penguins. Every once in a …
They urgently run in the door looking for cousins. No formal greetings made, there are games waiting to be played and stories to share. Some gather in the T.V. room and get sidetracked with a show while others rush outside to the swings. Two wait impatiently for a game of Risk, two go upstairs to …
Rushing, always rushing. I grab a bag of snacks and wait impatiently the three minutes it takes the corn to pop. My oldest daughter opens the side door of our house and hollers that one child is pulling another’s hair inside the van. It will be an all-out brawl if I don’t get out there. …
She is finally asleep, that little ball of energy, my spitfire. A half-dozen times, I have lost count now, my baby girl calls for me to do one thing or the other, always stalling for time. It is a battle, sleep does not come easy for her. I hear nothing for a glorious stretch of …
It is a wet, cold rainy evening. April showers to bring May flowers, if we are so blessed. My husband sits in the entry way to our house with a wet dog at his feet that keeps passing gas and trying to escape the confines of her clearly defined boundaries. I come downstairs after stories …
MacDonald’s restaurant might just be the last place on earth where anything goes. If it was up to me, I would never darken the doors of this particular fast-food joint, but with four children in tow, regular visits come with the territory. I, for one, generally do not leave saying “I’m lovin’ it.” We are …
We are all, more or less, standing around the kitchen trying to decide how to spend a rare free night. My eleven year-old son wants to watch a movie, and is very vocal about his choice. I think it would be quite nice to play a family game, despite the varied ages of our four …
I write about love, because I want to understand love, what it really is. Love is…romance? It is Valentine’s Day soon, hearts turn toward the romantic side of love as we near the day. It is just the way we women are hardwired. We love a good romance. I am, earlier on this Saturday, sitting …