For when you get to the end of a long snow day and look around the house and wonder, how? Just how does it always come down to this? The juggernaut of chaos that lives in between these walls. You still wearing the long sleeve TShirt you stole from your little brother last time you were home. Or maybe the time before that. And the boys who made all this mess, they wilt and whine and drop down on the keep reading…
After, “I love you,” the words “I’m sorry” might be the most important ones we say to our kids. Much harder to say, though. Because people don’t like to be wrong and parents especially are used to being right. I’ve never been particularly good at it. Going first at apologizing to Pete in the early days of our marriage would make my throat close up; words stuck in my mouth. Fists balled in my lap I’d scuff at the carpet keep reading…
Our family is off to the lake and the woods on vacation this week. Where there’s no Internet. So I’m sharing five of my favorite posts from the last couple years while I’m gone. I hope they’ll be favorites for you too. Wishing you watermelon afternoons and sand between the toes. In the last week alone I have ordered food from the McDonald’s drive through window, paid for the food, and then driven off without it. I have taken the keep reading…
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We are the sum total of our stories. So when we sit down at the computer and open a vein we offer life to someone else. We pour out what we’ve learned or failed to learn as a lifeline to someone else. We offer our stories across computer screens, transfusion-like. On Wednesday morning I re-live the same story I’ve lived a hundred times in a hundred different airports. There’s the familiar waiting, the knot in stomach, the worrying I’m at keep reading…
Remember that one time I told you I was going to do a podcast with Tsh from Simple Mom? And you all sent fun question ideas? Well, it happened and you can listen along with us as I talk about my middle name, why I don’t think I’m cool enough to be a “Rachel” and how my middle son likes to fart more than I think is probably normal. Yea, deep stuff like that. There’s also a side of surviving keep reading…
Mandy Scarr
“Don’t let your lack of words keep you from sitting beside her. Let her cry ugly tears, catching them as they fall. That’s all she really needs, that’s all she really wants. She wants you, comfort with clothes on”
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