truth on a tuesday

As I made my coffee early yesterday morning, before the house woke up, two words came to mind: bone-dry and wilted. I guess three, depending on how you look at it. Speaking of numbers, here is a glance at the last 7 days in our house: 2 – children finished...

on cooking and writer’s block

I’m working on a post, or possible series of posts, about relating with girls who are in high school. I don’t like calling them teens or youth so much, I think mainly because you will hardly ever hear a girl that age call herself a teen or a youth. Only...

one way to find the time

The thunder began to roll just as they nestled into bed. I settled downstairs with a book, knowing I would soon hear at least one small voice. Mommy, I’m scared. Sometimes I’m annoyed by it, thinking my mother card has timed out already and can’t you...

tuesday with ms. daisy

With the sun dipping behind the trees and the dinner dishes still on the table, I watched her grab her purse. As she headed for the back door, he grabbed his keys and joined her, hand on the small of her back. We’re going for a ride. Wanna come? I couldn’t...