What should we call February?

I once had a second-grade student wise beyond his years tell me that Tuesday was the "armpit of the week". I chuckle even as I write this. Perhaps that's what February is...the armpit of the year. Hear me out. Once we come down from the climax of the holidays, January can sometimes bring the excitement … Continue reading What should we call February?

In 24 hours…

...everything can change. You go to bed living your life a certain way, just going through your day as if nothing can happen to you, and then... Wham! Everything changes. I mean, life-altering, earth-shattering, changes. Maybe your address changes, your loved one is gone forever, or you break up with someone. These changes, my friends, … Continue reading In 24 hours…

Summer Vacations

I've never really been the mom to plan a big or even small, summer vacation. When I was a little girl, my single father, took me to a small resort on Bull Shoals Lake on the border of Missouri and Arkansas. He saved all year. He wanted to take his little girl fishing and show … Continue reading Summer Vacations

Root for Me

Have you ever gotten together with an old friend and magic happens? If you’re blessed to have an old friend since childhood then you know what I’m talking about. My dearest friend since second grade, my concert-going bestie, my soulmate if there ever was one; shared with me something amazing. Even though we’ve been best … Continue reading Root for Me

Something is changing…

...in me. I'm not quite sure how to describe it. I'm in a weird season...oh wait. You know what it is? I think I'm starting to actually feel like an adult now. I know,  I know, it's weird. I'm kind of a whirlwind of a person. I'm extremely carefree and spontaneous driving all the type … Continue reading Something is changing…

Seven Years Later….

I still miss my mom. At 3:15 pm, on August 9th, 2011, my mom took her last breath. I probably should have a better way to cope with this day, which trust me, I am doing great compared to the first few years. But I hate that this day looms over me. We celebrate her … Continue reading Seven Years Later….

Trauma Kids

Okay guys. My heart is heavy tonight. It could be exhaustion from teaching, working out, doing the dishes, working out some more, cooking dinner, allowing my son to drive me to pick up a prescription, giving my daughter a bath, reading with her, showering, and then reading a book for school. Or I'm PMS'ing. Ugh... … Continue reading Trauma Kids