My youngest has turned around in her chair so that she can see me as I prepare my cup of coffee. She was the last to finish supper, and as her good fortune would have it, she is the only one to have an ice cream cone for dessert. Four kids. One cone. It is …
I am quickly gathering up things for a late supper (staff meetings always throw me off-schedule), whilst putting away groceries and gathering up odds and ends. My son is talking to his father about the boy, formerly known as his best friend, who is still currently his “casual friend” in spite of their dwindling list …
Dear Son: You are soundly sleeping. I am in the room below your’s, loudly clicking keys on an already outdated keyboard, while outside the dog barks. Otherwise, it is quiet. I am thinking about last night. It was fun going to visit Grammie and Grampie and taking them down supper. Grampie looks better after his …
I am trying to make sense of myself tonight. It has been a long day, not conducive to thinking. I got up late this morning, missed the alarm altogether. That means I am half an hour behind all day. In my subconscious, the thoughts linger from our argument last night, but I am able to …
I am pushing a cart with my three noisy daughters through the grocery section of Walmart. I bend down to adjust the box of grape canned pop on the bottom wire rack, when I straighten and see her. She is pushing past me with her own teenage daughter in tow, looking in a hurry and …
I am cuddled in bed with my youngest. This, after she has jumped all over the bed and I have calmed her down by rubbing cream on her hands and feet, a nightly calming ritual as much as the bedtime story we are about to read together. Tonight’s selection, Stellaluna by Janell Cannon, is the …
It is 5:45 a.m., and the alarm goes off. I think it sounded, or it could just be a ringing noise in my head. Oh well. I’m up anyways, as is my husband, and my second youngest. I drag my sorry self out of bed, and send my sweet little one back to bed. She …
I logged onto Facebook this afternoon and saw a post on a group page of which I am a member. This is the post I read: The boy you punched in the hall today committed suicide a few minutes ago. That girl you called a slut in class today, she’s a virgin. The boy you …
The dog is jumping excitedly around my oldest daughter’s feet. She is trying to teach Lucky, our four and a half month old Mini Australian Shepherd, how to shake a paw. Although, I think at present the lesson has disintegrated into a jumble of paws, feet and hands going every which direction. The four-year old …
It is suppose to be a storm day today. The alarm sounds at 5:45ish with a twangy country tune blaring, reverberating sound off the walls and into my half-awake brain. I already have a child glued against my left side, and another knocks on the door when she hears the party going on in the …