We have deemed this season as, "The Summer of our Discontent." No matter my pledge to be present for my kids during these sunny months, life has posed some distractions. In the past four weeks, our basement flooded, the phone line went down, and the air conditioning in my car blew up. There have been scheduling issues, hospital visits, Lego disputes,… Continue reading Eight Days Without A Refrigerator (Life At Room Temperature)
Every fall, on the day after Thanksgiving, my family and I take part in our annual tradition of dragging out of all of the Christmas boxes, and competing in the, "Who can last the longest at putting up all of the decorations?" contest. I always win. On January 1st we hold another competition. This one's called, "Who can last the… Continue reading On Being A More Observant Writer (Or, Why Is There Still A Poinsettia In My Kitchen?)
I have driving on the brain. Maybe because I see others packing up their overnight bags, and stocking coolers with cheese sticks and juice boxes in order to hop away for impromptu weekend road trips. Or, maybe because summer brings out the "Sunday drivers," the "thrill-seekers," and the few brave Midwestern souls who own convertibles -- those who stare at their calendars waiting to pounce on the… Continue reading Stories From The Road (Or, Make A Move And The Opossum Gets It!)
This morning I woke up to the imagined MEEP of my alarm clock at the usual preposterous hour of 5:15 am. I stretched, groaned, and then I remembered... Ahhhh...it's summer! There were no lunches to make, or papers to sign. No groggy kids to warn, "The bus is coming. Let's go!" Everyone was sleeping, and I could have been, too. Still, I trudged downstairs, inspired… Continue reading There’s No Present Like Time: Summer Hours
When I heard that Clay Morgan and Leanne Shirtliffe were playing "School Photo Day," I decided to get in on the action. But as I sifted through my class pictures and yearbook photo ops, I had trouble choosing. Should I go with one from the "I look like a bowl-headed boy" era, or from the huge selection of "my big-hair and eyebrows are battling for camera time"… Continue reading What Secrets Can A Picture Tell?
So, I've been having that dream a lot lately. You know, the one where you're back in high school with your big ideas and your bigger hair, wearing nothing but a plastic...wait a second. I mean the one where you can't remember your locker combination. It's funny, because I never worried about forgetting those three secret numbers when I… Continue reading That Crazy Dream About Your High School Locker (and Finding Answers)