It’s the day before Thanksgiving. I should be baking pies.
Fall
It’s fall. And we have leaves.
Safe above saved
I knew it would come, knew she would say it before her time in Idaho was up: “I might stay, Momma. I hear God saying something,…
Why your mom didn’t happy dance when you announced number four (or six) (and definitely not eight)
Let’s face it– no matter what number pregnancy you’re on, you know that there are some people who are going to go bug-eyed and start…
If you have eyes to see
You live your life, day in and day out. You cook in the same kitchen, hug the same children, pull on the same shoes when…
The Do Not Forget Things
Scrambling to run out the door. Five minutes late, of course. Diaper bag restocked? Yes. Snacks packed? Yes. Everybody pottied or in a fresh dipe?…
I’m not the mother I wanted to be
Once upon a time, a mother pushed her happy, giggling five month-old baby onto an elevator in a new-to-her stroller. The baby was kind of…
The first last
Mary Hannah, It’s been a few weeks now since you left. And while I can’t say that I miss you any less than I did…
The good baby
“Is he a good baby?” “I think so.” “Does he sleep through the night?” “Ummmm, no.”
Rubies, pearls, and wood beads
I had run in to the store for a simple 5 dozen eggs. My husband was with the kids, probably circling the parking lot in our…