When you’re the coach’s kid, your wardrobe consists of two colors. School colors. You wear them proudly. When you’re the coach’s kid, and you get in trouble, you’re reminded to “be a team player!” When you get hurt, you walk it off. When you’ve done nothing but watch TV, eat frosting straight out of the… More When you’re the coach’s kid
Oh Little Girl, The sun does not wake me most mornings. No, most mornings it is you. You tip-toe across the room and climb under my covers. You snuggle your tiny frame until you’ve made me your perfect pillow. There we will fall back asleep; you, on my chest and I, dreaming the sweetest of dreams.… More Dear Daughter, Remember You Love Me
I couldn’t stop reading the stories of Joey and Rory. My heart aches for them, yet they leave me so inspired.… More Joey + Rory + unexpected corners
I have these daydreams of watching my son at the state track meet. The crowd behind him, the thunder clap commencing as he makes his way down the runway. He jumps, soars, and the crowd explodes. A new state record. A state champion. I wrestle with the imaginary decision of sending him on the world circuit… More If my son doesn’t go Pro
You are gone. I am here. You are fleeting disappearing distant. You are constant a memory never changing. You are a story to be told. You are good. You are strong. The bad has been forgotten. You are a symbol of loyalty of humility of friendship. You are present in my dreams in my quietest… More You are gone. I am here.
I realize I have somehow become the poop mom blogger, but seriously, I can’t be the only one with kids like these… My baby is new to this poop party. He just started eating baby food so his diapers have been full of surprises. As I’m busying myself with something probably not all that important,… More Another Poopy Day
A man cannon-balled into the pool, and began a barrage of obscenities loud enough for any of us in a bathing suit to hear. His aggressive verbal vomit continued as he meandered over and chronicled to my husband and me, his paying for women, doing things to women and a description of the pornography he… More Why Love Wins
Maybe I believed the hype. The hype that I was now a pro at this mommy thing. Everyone, and I mean everyone from my mom, to my best friend, to my college roommate, to my hair dresser, to the lady that bags my groceries, to the elderly man that stopped me in the parking lot.… More My baby isn’t easy
The Drake Relays bring thousands of people out to watch a track meet. America’s Athletic Classic, they call it. The aroma of turkey legs and popcorn. The white tents lining the entrance to the big blue track. The bang of the starting gun and the roar of applause. It all smells, looks and sounds just like I… More Welcome to the Hall of Fame
While I’ve been on a maternity break from anything PreachTeach (well… anything for that matter), I have been putting serious (although sleep-deprived) thought into my future as The Preach Teach. When I started this blog (Read my first post here), it was more for the purpose of keeping my feet wet in the teaching world.… More What is my next step?