I have somehow found myself here again. Here being the eve of Kindergarten. I did this once before, this Kindergarten thing, with my first baby. But it’s not easier. In fact, it’s harder. Harder because I see the result of Kindergarten walking around in my kitchen, shirtless, leaving cupboards open, wrappers on the counter, explaining to me … More I Hate Kindergarten
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
No one understands! Mommy doesn’t get it. Daddy doesn’t get it. That lady at the store that says, “That smile looks like trouble.” Yeah, she certainly doesn’t get it. Being three is hard. … More Being three is hard!
This past Saturday, 1/19/13, we celebrated the life of my dad. It was truly an amazing service. There were a thousand faces that came to say goodbye to him at his wake, and then a packed church on Saturday. What an incredible guy! I had said Dad always knew someone everywhere he went, but I … More An Unbelievable Friend