nurturing her tangled hair, barefoot soul, and strong mind
As I sat on my back porch tonight, I felt the winds change. It’s a subtle shift. A soft whisper. The land around me sucked in its last summer breath and released a cool warning that these moments of warmth were coming to an end. While I knew the shift of season was approaching, have… Continue reading Holding on to Summer Magic
The climb has always called me. From the time I could walk, I felt compelled to lift my feet off the ground. In my yard, there lived a great apple tree. Her branches beckoned from the first day that my parents allowed me to toddle out of their arms. By four years old, I was… Continue reading The Climb
I’m a dreamer. Being a dreamer makes it tough to spin my way through the real world. And living in the real world makes it tough to spin my dreams. There’s friction on each end trying to stop the wheel from turning, and I’m always struggling to find a driving force to push through. I… Continue reading The Magic Words
Yesterday was beautiful. The sun was warm, the wind was soft, the temperature comfortable, and the sky a beckoning blue. It was the kind of day you’d kill to spend outdoors with the kids. But there I was, cooped up in my laundry room, trying to catch up after a weekend trip to New York.… Continue reading Sometimes it’s Just Sunshine Through Windows
I’m running away. I’ll squeeze my littles goodbye, give that hubby of mine a big smooch, and say farewell to Mumma-Me. Girls night is coming up, and for one evening I’m not a mom, not a wife. I’m just a girl. Oh ok, I know I’m still a mom and wife. But for this… Continue reading The Girls Who Fill My Cup
His eyes are downcast as he kicks at the dirt on his way toward me from the dugout. His backpack stuffed with baseball gloves, bats, Big League Chew, and Gatorade hangs on his back but it isn’t the only reason for his slumped shoulders. He’s feeling the weight of defeat. The score could’ve been 27-1… Continue reading It’s Not ‘Just’ a Game
It was one of the first phrases she mastered. My little one-year-old. A golden spout of hair spilling out of a tiny elastic and a huge smile denting into her round cheeks. She took whatever was offered with the sweetest squeak, “ten too!” I’ve always been proud that my kids are so well mannered with… Continue reading The Art of “Thank You”
A few days ago, my daughter lost it. I’ve never seen her so off-kilter. It was like something inside shattered, and she was simultaneously struggling to put herself back together while tearing through the pieces. She was a mess. But I’ll admit… I was a mess too. Last week was a whirlwind of chaos and… Continue reading A Temper Tantrum for the Books… Or Blog
I’ve damn near lost my mind. I’m caught in a state of dismal disillusion. Staggering toward the edge of insanity. Indoor tedium is destroying me. The sound of the mini basketball is thumping down my resolve as I drown in Tupperware containers full of slime. April’s around the corner. Promises of spring abound, but in… Continue reading March Madness
It was a big day. My girl’s first date. The Daddy Daughter Dance. We stood before the mirror. The warm smell of strawberry shampoo and hairspray mingled with hot metal. It rose off the curling iron as I wrapped her hair in tight ringlets. She bounced before her reflection about as patient… Continue reading The 1st Date