Now most of the time, cookies and I have a healthy relationship. We banter. We chat. I tell them how yummy and wonderful they are, and they smile and say thank you.
End of story.
But, last night was one of those nights, things got a little out of control. Continue reading
There it was, scribble across the top of my medical chart read. I remember that as if it were yesterday, although I was only 16 at the time.
I was scrambling this week. There was just too much kids and too little me.
Mom, I pleaded on the phone, I’m not going to make it to pick up Alex from dance. Can you grab her? I’m stuck in Pasadena picking up Brooke.
She saved the day, grabbing my youngest and bringing her home. We had arrived home at about the same time. I gave my youngest a quick squeeze and then turned to give my mama a “you totally saved me today” gi-normous hug.
“Oh honey, I love your hair, ” my mom gushed. Continue reading
This post was from a year ago… it just popped up on my Facebook page and I can honestly say, dear sisters, that it speaks to me even more now.
Yep… I said to myself, as I finished reading the passage below, I couldn’t agree more.
It’s a funny things when your words from the past sooth your heart as if written by someone else. I suppose that is when we realize, dear sisters, that they were His thoughts and not just our own. May this post comfort your heart today.
My divorce was final in January 2011.
My biggest fear at that time was that I would have to wait. I was in so much pain that I just wanted to find something- someone- who was good. A fit. Just for me.
I used to beg God, Can you just let me know how long it’s going to be, so I can prepare myself. I mean, if I am going to be sixty, I am okay with that, I just need to know. Yeah, right. As if I would really be okay with being alone until I was sixty. Sometimes we just want to know. It’s the not knowing- the unknown- that is so terribly difficult. Continue reading
In case you think this is going to be one of those posts about my amazing kid that cheered me on and texted all his friends to say how proud he was of me… it’s not.
In case you think that I am about to paint a picture of a kid that, bless his heart, was so tender and “Jesus-like” that it made the rest of us want to vomit… you’re in luck.
This is not that post. Continue reading
Oh dear mothers, I need your support here…
for only you can understand this debacle.
“Mom, what’s wrong with the bunny”….
One of my favorite stories from my crazy childhood. By the time my youngest sister joined our family life was already in full swing. As if five children was not enough madness my parents bought us bunnies one Easter, which us three older girls were delighted to baby.
So when my very active- like bounce off the walls active- brother “accidentally” killed my sister’s bunny while she was at school…. Continue reading