Nov 162013
Stanley 2.0

We’ve moved a lot, so we have friends all over the country, which means that when our little friends around the country are in about the second grade and it’s Flat Stanley time, folks think of us. I’m flattered. They think we live in an interesting enough place that their second grader wouldn’t be embarrassed […]

May 072012

“You’re letting her bring a balloon in the car?” “I think it will be fine. We’re just going down the street.” “Are you sure?” “Madeline, I said it would be fine. I’m afraid if I take it away she’ll cry, and it’s her birthday celebration, I don’t want her to cry.” “But you never let […]

Jan 302012

“Why aren’t the children in school?” I’ve been a homeschool mom forever. I’m totally over that whole why aren’t the children in school thing. If I had a dime for every time a person at the bank or post office asked about why the children aren’t in school, I’d be RICH! I used to feel […]

Nov 152011
How do you spell struggle?

TGIF? Not around here! The combination of my exhaustion and the kids’ Friday-induced-ADD was volatile. I’m not sure how it happened, but somewhere between the word “much” (spelled mutch) and the word “does” (spelled boes) I lost my cool. For the three thousandth time I had to correct the “b” and “d” thing. I just […]

Aug 262011

Unless you’ve been living under a rock you’re aware that Irene is heading for the east coast of the United States. If you have been living under a rock, this Irene is a hurricane, not your great aunt. I don’t normally watch television. I get the bulk of my news from Facebook the Internet, but […]

Aug 152011

Wow! This summer flew by! Actually, the past eighteen years flew by! She’s sitting across the room. I look over and there she is, just like always. Oh my goodness, I feel like I’ve taken each and every minute of the last eighteen years for granted! This past Sunday in church the college-bound students were […]

Jun 152011
Living Vicariously

My maternal grandfather passed away a handful of years ago. He never pronounced my name correctly. I’m sure he loved me in the best way he could, but hearing my name mispronounced always felt like fingernails on a chalkboard. No. More accurately, a searing feeling of insignificance. My paternal grandfather passed away when I was […]