Cooter was sick with his standard Sunday evening 12 hour stomach thing two weeks ago. I don't call it a proper bug, because there's never any rhyme or reason to it. He doesn't run fever or have any other symptoms. Just every so often--occasionally--he will have stomach trouble to the point of vomiting a few… Continue reading Lessons in Trusting From an Eleven Year Old
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Family Jewels
So this is it. An ordinary day that has really big things attached to it. And to be honest, I'm really excited. For every single day, three years in a row, I've sat down at some point during my day, usually after all have gone to bed and the house is quiet, and I've shared… Continue reading Family Jewels
Fascinating, Comforting, and a Little Troubling
I just finished watching the first episode of "The Story of God" with Morgan Freeman on NatGeo Channel. This episode explored what different religions from the past and now believe happens when we die. There were a lot of moments that had me going "Huh" or "Wow" or "That's really fascinating." One such moment was learning… Continue reading Fascinating, Comforting, and a Little Troubling
Turns Out She Knows Best
Where has the time gone? Not even joking, y'all. My oldest called me the other day, and she's about to register for classes for next year. Her SENIOR year. Of college. WHAT ON EARTH? How did this happen? I mean, I know, time passes, but I very clearly recall every single emotion I felt the… Continue reading Turns Out She Knows Best
that door
you've seen enough of them slammed in your face and those few that were slammed behind you but this one was different you knew the possibilities that lay behind it you knew the stories of what could be and all the maybes and likelies and still it was terrifying because this one this one you… Continue reading that door
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
This Twisted Game of Fetch
This is Miss Sophie. Miss Sophie and her "baby." She has several--the blue lion, the monkey, the little squirrels in their tree, but this--THIS ONE--is her favorite. I know they say dogs can't see color, but my girl is very partial to pink. There's no explaining it, it just is. She loves her pink baby,… Continue reading This Twisted Game of Fetch
Sardines and Food Allergies
This past weekend I took our Princess up to my alma mater where her sister is also a student for their annual event, where alumnae are encouraged to bring young women of all ages to visit as prospective students. I enjoy it immensely as it has become something of a mini-reunion with fellow classmates, and… Continue reading Sardines and Food Allergies
bad news
so it turns out I really can't handle any more bad news I've decided that based on the scientific fact that I am sitting here and everything in my head resembles a ticker tape running below the news reports and we know nothing good ever winds up there so no more bad news okay? instead… Continue reading bad news
A Chip Off the Old Mug
As I was cleaning up the kitchen after supper tonight, I was thinking about my chipped mug. It's one of my favorites. Cooter used it, it was in the sink, my cast iron skilled slipped, and there you go. The story of How My Mug Got Chipped. But it's one of my favorites so I… Continue reading A Chip Off the Old Mug
I Might Need A Nap 