Have you ever had one of those days that left you feeling down, really truly bogged down in the mire of what we people can be and do when we are not at our best? A day of seeing how folks can bring each other down with their words and their actions and their lack… Continue reading Itta Be Fine
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TRASH
New Year's Eve. 2018. So much to think about and ponder upon and yet, I remember the old wives' tale about sweeping. Don't sweep on New Year's Day or you'll sweep someone out of your life. I don't want to review memories and stories and sweep them back into my memories. And so I find… Continue reading TRASH
Lessons in Trusting From an Eleven Year Old
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
Gilligan, Tom Hanks, and That Deserted Isle Thing
As bedtimes were backed up this evening, and the children abandoned the street, and balls and bikes were tossed aside in anticipation of school starting in the morning, all the quiet was way too loud this evening. It had me remembering another time that the quiet was bothersome. When our Princess was eight days old,… Continue reading Gilligan, Tom Hanks, and That Deserted Isle Thing
The Summer of Little Knocks
A couple of days ago I walked over to my neighbor's house to share some of my summer abundance with her. After debating whether to knock or ring the doorbell, I decided on the doorbell. I mean, they have one, and so they probably appreciate that it gets used from time to time. (Ours, on… Continue reading The Summer of Little Knocks
Popsicle Sticks and Provoking Posts
Summer is here. School is out. But lest you think it's been a free for all around here--as was hoped for by my crew--let me reassure you. No. It has not. I could see the gleam in their eyes. They were hopeful. Then they planned. And tried to manipulate and work the system. To no… Continue reading Popsicle Sticks and Provoking Posts
What I Want To Be When I Grow Up
This morning I took my littles to their last STEM class for the school year. It was on Robotics. They got to build their own robots as teams, and they seemed to really enjoy it. When we first got there this morning, we parked the car and began the trek to the building where the… Continue reading What I Want To Be When I Grow Up
Grocery Carts, Granola Bars, and Gratitude
Yesterday as the littles and I were pushing our overloaded buggy out of the grocery store with two of us carrying additional bags that wouldn't fit, I saw him. The young guy. With two bottles of water and a snazzy brand of high protein granola bars or some such. He was in the self checkout… Continue reading Grocery Carts, Granola Bars, and Gratitude
The Name He Gave Me
Apparently my name is hard to say. Over the years it's been mispronounced or misunderstood quite a few times. (Somehow on more than one occasion, the person on the other end of the phone has thought I was saying "Pat." How you get Pat from Tara, I got no idea, but there it is.) Perhaps… Continue reading The Name He Gave Me
My One and Only Political Post
On Tuesday the littles and I loaded up and headed to the middle school just down the road a few minutes. This was my first time voting there, but I was familiar with the school, as Aub went there in sixth and seventh grades. We walked in and the jaguars and purple and black colors… Continue reading My One and Only Political Post
I Might Need A Nap 