“Alright” the doctor said, flipping through the test results that the nurse had just handed him. “Hum. Ok” he muttered to himself as I tried not to jump out of the chair and rip the results from his hands. I mean really now, read a little faster and tell me what the hell is going
The Boy Child started attending a new daycare last week. To give you a little bit of perspective, he had been going to his previous daycare since he was less than a year old (he started a few months after my ex left), and he is now almost 5. To him, that daycare was a
“Mommy, will you always love me?” The Girl Child asked, seemingly at random. “Always,” I answered. “Will you always like me?” she asked next. “Maybe not” I said. Harsh, I know. As she stared back at me with a shocked expression on her sweet, seven year old face, I began to explain. “I will always,
I did something the other night that I’ve really never done before; I read a few blogs. You would think, that as a blogger myself, that I would also be an avid blog reader. Unfortunately that is not the case. I know, I know, it probably makes me seem super un-supportive of my fellow bloggers,
I was waiting for him to come back inside after taking the dog out, and I was starting to get impatient. I had already gotten the pizza out of the oven, I had the movie ready to go and placed on pause, and he had been outside for at least 15 minutes. Finally, I hauled
So…. I’ve gotten a lot of emails asking me how the party went for my grandmother. You guys remember what I’m talking about, right? The 90th birthday party that was being thrown for my grandmother, the one I wanted to attend because I wanted to be there for her, but it was going to be
So I have a confession to make. Bugs, they make me scream. It’s totally ridiculous and actually pretty funny, but I can’t help it — they make me scream. It’s not even so much that I’m scared of the bug itself, but more in the way that the bug most likely snuck up on me.
“But no one will think I’m pretty!” she said, her 7 year old face starting to well up with tears. Dressed as if she were going to be in an elementary school fashion show, she was wearing the dress that she begged me to stay up late last night and wash, enough plastic bracelets to
It’s 11:14 am and I’m sitting in the hallway of a very fancy theatre while my daughter watches a play with her class. I drove her here but she didn’t want me to sit with her, because “mom, that’s embarrassing.” Typically I’d have a lot to say about her attitude, but I’m exhausted and therefore
My friend was murdered last week. I’m in complete shock. Several years ago my friend’s husband died of a drug overdose, leaving her as a single mother to her young son. Looking back, her situation reminds me very much of the one I was in, except that in the end, my drug addicted husband left, and
As I’ve talked about before, I used to do a lot of missionary work. For many years I spent part of my summers traveling the country and seeing poverty and human suffering that most people cannot even imagine. As I’ve also mentioned before, quite a bit of that time I spent in New Orleans. Sure, I
I’m sure Mr. Attorney Man is going to kill me for sharing this story, but oh well. I’m a fast runner so I think I’ll be OK. Several months ago we had a board member meeting for our nonprofit. Because our board consists of people spread an hour in every direction, it can be a
