Twenty-five years ago today I graduated from college. I don't remember a lot of the particulars but there are a couple of things that stand out for me about that day. The night before, Sister had come up to spend the night with me. Though she is three years my junior there have been times… Continue reading The Packing Up and the White Shoes
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It Was a “Pink Toilet on the Side of the Road” Kind of Day
The littles and I were riding down the road one day last week, and I saw this. There is no filter. That is indeed a pink toilet sitting on the side of the road. A rose commode. A throne. The can. Whatever you want to call it, it's still there. And still pink. I was… Continue reading It Was a “Pink Toilet on the Side of the Road” Kind of Day
But First, A Selfie
After playing with her brother and Daddy one evening, our Princess came in and sat on the couch with a big smile on her face. "Everyone should have a fun, silly, and clumsy person in their lives. And a Mama too." Oh me. Ouch. Mayhaps I should be more in touch with my silly and… Continue reading But First, A Selfie
Truth and Stories and the Dear Friends Who Tell Them
Last weekend at my college reunion I had the privilege of sitting next to not one, but two of the women who not only knew me when but who also lived with me, bless 'em. As we sat and remembered and laughed and longed for more time to talk, a couple of moments stood out… Continue reading Truth and Stories and the Dear Friends Who Tell Them
A Weekend With the Gardeners
Treasure your relationships, not your possessions. --Anthony J. D'Angelo One is not done growing or grown "up" when she leaves Wesleyan College as a young woman. When she returns "home," Wesleyan and all her sisters will continue to feed her soul and empower her to bloom and to continue becoming more--more of whom she was… Continue reading A Weekend With the Gardeners
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her past is my past we are all like threads interwoven into the story that is hers each bringing our own color and beauty and gifts to the tapestry of all that has gone before we are us the ones who came young and left younger, not quite ready for what the world… Continue reading to the next chapter
On Being Off-Balance
I have had the great pleasure and joy of having not one but two Wesleyannes in the house this weekend. Aub came home, and her sisterfriend joined her. The whole crew, including Miss Sophie, have carried on as if it were one big party. And it has been really, because I can't think of anything… Continue reading On Being Off-Balance
My Daughter is Also My Sister
Yesterday was one of the biggest days of the year. Right up there with Christmas and Easter and birthdays in our family. Huge. It was STUNT weekend at Wesleyan College, my alma mater. My second home. The place of many joyful and wonderful memories. The place where I figured out what I believed and tried… Continue reading My Daughter is Also My Sister
Move-in Day and the Ties that Bind
Move-in Day. She's officially a sophomore. Today her grandmother asked me how old someone I knew who was a child when Aub was a baby is now. My first response was, "Ummm, maybe early 20's?" Then it hit me that she was several years older than my girl, and my girl is almost--gulp--19. Well, when… Continue reading Move-in Day and the Ties that Bind
Pirates, Pearls, and Open Doors
Yesterday my Wesleyanne, my Pirate 2017--the one almost done with her first year of college--went in to work about an hour before I headed out for our Alumnae weekend festivities. She told me the night before that she thought she might drive up after work to play in the Alumnae/Student Soccer game. I was visiting… Continue reading Pirates, Pearls, and Open Doors
I Might Need A Nap 