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?
Chocolate or poop? Chocolate or poop? One of my favorite lines to recite from the movie Baby Mama. Never did I think I’d be asking the question to myself… although, I have scolded, “We don’t poop on the rock!” So really, nothing should surprise me at this point… I am still getting used to … More Chocolate or Poop? Chocolate or Poop?!
I think of you when I look at my kids. I yearn to hear you laugh at the crazy things they do. I wish you’d stop by the house and take us out for lunch. I still feel I should leave an empty chair for you at their activities or birthdays. You were always a couple minutes late but prepared with your video camera. I wish you weren’t a memory to them. I wish you weren’t a story. … More Two years since goodbye
January 11. t’s a date I’ll never forget. A date that put a before and after in my life. Two years ago, on this date, my dad fell. For a week, I floated on a cloud of surrealness, fear and hope. … More I still miss him