Mama said there’d be days like this

I was late coming home from work. I had been early getting there. My new contact lenses had suction cupped onto my eyeballs. The house that I had left tidy that morning had been reduced to a reenactment of the apocalypse – the Toys r Us version. One kid had eaten and...
What homesickness tastes like

What homesickness tastes like

Sometimes you are so homesick you can taste it. And today it tastes like birthday cake. My little brother turns 8 today. And I am not there. But worse than that, my oldest son is not there. Jackson and Karabo; Karabo and Jackson. They have been friends since Jackson...

Coming to America

Free refills. To this day that is one of my all time favorite things about America. Since Paula Jean, Charity, and Olivia all proposed posts with traveled-related themes I thought I would give you guys a few of my favorite snapshots from my “Coming to America”...
Propose a post

Propose a post

Wanna play a game? Over the weekend you tell me in the comments what you would like to hear me write about. And by Monday I will have picked one of your topics. And composed a post. Based on your “propose a post.” In the meantime, I’ll be in one of...

An open letter to my working mother’s guilt

You, sir, are a liar and a thief. You lie about the quality of my mothering and you steal the joy of time spent with my children by making me worry about the time we spend apart. You are self important and self involved. You trick me into thinking that I can control...

A wild generosity

At six every single morning my two-year-old wakes up, calls for me and expects a transfer to my bed stopping only to pick up a bottle of milk warmed to his exacting standards along the way. Then we pretzel. And I dread the moment my alarm will go off. It’s...