May I always stop the car and take the pictures… I’m lucky. I have always had the ability to stop. To piddle. To look at cows or clouds. To listen to crickets. To wait while my child changed her shirt for the fourth time. To watch them jump into the pool as they scream “watch me, mama.” I’ve caught so much beauty just by stopping. … Continue reading long weekends
There is something about being home and being lost. I start thinking my house is the problem. I’m furious with someone and I start to hate everything. Mim is talking more and constantly- she has been talking a lot for years but her conversational style has sped up and she asks questions non stop- which is a great way for her to advocate for herself. … Continue reading July 2017 facebook post
Family I can’t really imagine writing much that doesn’t include my family. My identity and personhood is pretty wrapped up in my being a part of my sweet family. I am a daughter, a sister, a cousin, an aunt, A Mom. I have 6 kids. I wrote about my life as their mom. I write about my life as a person who is their mom. … Continue reading Cast of Characters
She is earnest with her wishes.
Continue reading Ohhh Mim and flowers
I cried and cried as she sat at my feet. I tried to wipe the tears casually with my shoulder. My hands were unavailable. It was a manicure/pedicure. On her tiny rolling stool she was almost kneeling at my feet and I felt way too out of my element. It felt downright lenten. I am unworthy. She massaged my surprisingly shaven legs. I had forgotten … Continue reading Sat at my feet
This isn’t an infatuation. It is a long term relationship (4,364 posts and climbing over a 6 year period). Not exactly monogamous because I like Facebook and I highly enjoy Pinterest (I have a thing about the categorizing of deciding what board a pin goes on that is just delightful.) But Instagram. It is a visual feast available in my pocket. I am sharing a … Continue reading I’m in love with Instagram
Her due date was the 21st of January, but I had a dream earlier in the pregnancy and the date January 19th was circled on a calendar, so I changed the due date. This baby was coming the 19th. Four days past the due date, I woke Chad. “My water broke.” We rechecked the book What to Expect When You are Expecting and read … Continue reading My Birth Story is 22 years Old