I've read a few good books lately, and one of them is The Two Lives of Lydia Bird by Josie Silver. I enjoyed it immensely, though it required quite a bit of suspension of disbelief. Which I am okay with, as I often feel like my own life is better when I apply that mechanism.… Continue reading Lydia and the Little Dish in the Freezer
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A Grace Filled Eve
Tonight I will gather with little folks (and a few big) whom I love right here in my living room, and we'll debate about staying up to see the New Year in. We may or may not watch some form of something dropping to beckon in 2018, and then the laughter will turn into sighs… Continue reading A Grace Filled Eve
Catching Sight of Him
Cooter is enjoying his drama program. Each week he heads through that door and doesn't look back. Well not much anyway. When he is on stage delivering his lines (yes, he's already memorized them! what a relief), he will glance over and smile with this "nailed it, did you see that?" look on his face.… Continue reading Catching Sight of Him
for all the tables
where does the table go? he asked I barely remembered his name, Joe or John or J-something-- he'd shown up with the others, the ones they'd sent to do the job the table? I replied, stalling for time wishing for more of it, so much more time the table whose surface told our story the… Continue reading for all the tables
The One About Vocabulary and Book Burning
Some days our homeschooling goes beautifully. We are on our game, learning all the things, and we stay focused, on track, and we get through everything that we need to do in a timely manner. Then we are able to move on to other things that we really enjoy. Or nap. Naps are good too.… Continue reading The One About Vocabulary and Book Burning
In This Moment
Today I stood with friends I first met in first grade, fifth grade, ninth grade.....and as we stood reminiscing and talking about the nows of our lives, for about five minutes I wished we were standing around at recess again. Hearing their voices was like coming home, and I remembered what that other life, that… Continue reading In This Moment
playing make believe
when I was little you sat down and played with me in the midst of all the grownup stuff you stepped away into my world and we played all the things we were adventurers royalty bandits horses chefs store clerks teachers and what I imagined you made into reality with a nod of your head… Continue reading playing make believe
The Empty Chairs
Thanksgiving. It will be different this year. Again. The empty chairs, the ones not there, it all affects the spirit of the day. The memories both lift us and bring us down. Joy that they were, sadness that they are never to be again. Sometimes the best way to get through it is to "act… Continue reading The Empty Chairs
casserole kindness
the phone call came in the midst of the chaos and hearts aching and tears and all of the planning and rushing around flowers, words written, songs chosen, people coming and going and no time to settle down and breathe or think or grieve the phone call saying, "I've got this" and "What time works… Continue reading casserole kindness
The Last Gift My Daddy Gave Me
There's this thing on Facebook where nearly every morning I am greeted with a "memory" from one of the past four years, with the option to see all of my memories from this day in each year past. This morning the face of my sweet cousin-in-law, who was pregnant in the picture from four years… Continue reading The Last Gift My Daddy Gave Me
I Might Need A Nap 