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Stock pic,  not an accurate depiction…. It seems to me that if you have money, there aren’t any inconveniences or problems to overcome. Plumbing emergency? Call now. Fix now. Do not wait and cause more damage trying to save on the cost.  Drive one-day-old-brand-new-uninsured-car-you-never-in-a-million-years thought you could afford into the…

 Mom is caught between who she is and who she wants to be I was supposed to be a trophy wife. It’s what my mother trained me to do. (I hope she unknowingly trained me in this and did not purposefully only give me the skills I’d need to trap…

I’m having trouble reconciling the warm, soft, sweet life our family has been blessed with against the horrendous pain the families in Connecticut have been handed. This morning I woke inside the softest cocoon wrapped in my husband’s arms. Our fluffy cat purred and curled up in mine. My children slept…

I love Facebook. I love the immediate response from “friends” I forgot were alive and from those whose minds work in such creative, observant one sentence blasts (Jenny). People, in general, are so clever and inspiring. Facebook makes me love the human race. I also love being able to see what my children…

I’m taking a creative writing class and I had to write a poem for Tuesday. This is the final draft Still Shot The mesmerizing stillness of a smiling photograph. A bronzed, rugged cowboy atop his barely tamed horse paused on the edge of a cliff. Turned back to smile for…

Hannah holding Fred. “Doobers.” She’s 14 in this photo, 16 now. Unbelieveably good, too. A miracle. Maybe she was switched at birth. At least that was my dear friend, Terry’s, suggestion. At four, she believed the world was her friend. This terrified me. Even then, she did not judge, hit…

7:22 A.M. finds the Hamilton High Parking Lot swarming with hormonal, panicked and nearly late teenage drivers and/or a parent of some kind. Monday through Friday between 7:12 and 7:22 I drop off my two, panicked, nearly late, hormonal teenage daughters. Instructions/thoughts/prayers/fervent hopes I have derived at 7:24 in order…

He handed me a tiny blue bag. Every girl who has, well, been alive, recognizes this exact shade of Tiffany Blue. My first ever…AND there was a tiny little Tiffany Blue box inside!! A little box!!! Little boxes contain the best things.I didn’t want to open it. It was wrong….

“Greater love has no man than this, that he lay down his life for his friends.” John 15:13 “Will you help me give life to my Son?” “Of course,” Mary replied. “It will be my honor.” “You will give life to all of your children forever?” asked the Son of…

I thought it would take less time to raise children as they grew into independent personages. It doesn’t. It only becomes more intellectual. Intellectual pursuits are so time consuming. While time in their younger years was spent bathing, feeding, teaching basic human decency, and just by being present, time together was the…