• You’ll see me rollin’

      When I was about four years old, I came down with a nasty bout of pneumonia. I was hospitalized for a good while. I don’t know if I remember it all happening or if I’ve heard the stories so many times that I think I’m remembering. There is always an overlapping haze with moments like this. My mom has always said she’ll never forget my dad rushing into the house from work and leaping up the stairs to get me when they knew it was bad. I remember – or I was told – there was a giant tent over me in the hospital bed. However, there are three things…

  • Dear Mom

    *** Dear Mom, Remember that year you warned me for the hundredth time that if you caught me peeking at my Christmas presents again, I would wake up on Christmas morning and none of them would be wrapped? Remember when I chose to peek anyway and you caught me? Remember how I woke up Christmas morning, and as my siblings excitedly unwrapped their gifts with the element of surprise lingering over each one, I sadly gathered up my new alarm clock (exposed), my Cabbage Patch Kid horse (exposed)… my dented dignity (exposed).  You told me that when I peeked at Christmas gifts, it hurt you. You told me that you put so much joy,…

  • Free yourself from Second Wife Syndrome

    Why is my house quiet? Why did I wake up this morning without my three year old staring at me ala The Ring? The reason for this temporary euphoria is because my 13-year old step-daughter had a sleepover last night. And when big sister has a sleepover, our youngest considers herself a plus one and doesn’t leave her sister’s side. So, I have a house with teens and a toddler all sleeping away until likely noon. Cue birds chirping and mice singing while making me a pot of fresh coffee. A lot of people ask me how it is to have the girls so far apart in age, and my immediate…

  • Whole lotta love.

      *** See that photo up there? Funny, right? Ivy was literally trying out different “looks” for the shot. This is what she landed on intentionally. After I took this and other photos, I uploaded them to my computer and I burst out laughing at Ivy’s face in this one. But then I looked over at myself in the shot and I immediately groaned.  While I saw nothing but beauty in Ivy’s funny little face, this is what I saw in mine: Ugh, those puffy wrinkles under my eyes. That sweater makes me look bulky. I have a double chin. I look really heavy. Even my hand looks chubby. I made…