Even though we only spent a year in Alabama, in my Shaye heart, it may as well have been a decade. The lessons and hard valleys that we discovered there were branded on us for a lifetime. Not only were we poor, so (so!) poor, but Stu was working so hard he was basically absent.
There are lots of babies in my life right now. Lots and lots of babies. I’ve got babies. You’ve got babies. All my friends have babies. Random people walking down the street or in the grocery store have babies. It’s just the cycle of life, isn’t it? And when you’re a parent, people like to
Hello, Peace. Around New Years, everyone has grand intentions. All of a sudden we’re going to be something we’ve never been, or something we’ve never done. And magically we’re going to stick with it, without fail, because as of January 1st, we’re now awesome. Well, I’m not. But maybe you are. I’m still just a Mom,
Don’t tell me what you ate. I’m a creature of habit, as we all tend to be. I like my baths each night and an espresso, with a dash of cream, each morning. So naturally, when a new season of Anthony Bordain ‘Parts Unknown’ comes on, I watch it. It’s habit. But it’s a lovely one
“I think you need to see this house. I think it could be amazing.” I won’t quickly forget the first time I drove down the dirt road that leads to our hidden cottage. Off of the road, past the neighbors, and down a lane with a car full of children. My favorite past time during
You’ve heard it. I’ve heard it. But at this moment, I’m hell bent on keeping it the reality: Keeping it simple. Culture is already swimming with holiday ideas and trinkets to fill up our time and empty our wallets. This is the time of year when I try and make a point to tuck away into my
At the end of it all, I have hope. We lost our Lochy boy this past week. He ventured a wee bit too far from home (not far as the crow flies, but none-the-less, ended up on a 45 mph country road) and was struck by a car. A pedestrian happened to see him laying
The hardest thing I’ve done in my life is live through the every day. It’s mundane. It’s sloppy. And it’s hard. I want to be all like “Yay! Cherish the moments!” but secretly inside, I want to crawl away to a quite home where there are no little ones to constantly peck me to death.
Choosing My Vital Few Whew. Wowza. What a season we’ve just come through. You know when you’ve just delivered a baby and you’re all “Whew! Wowza! That was a doozy.” – ya, it’s like that though, thank the Lord, there was a lot less blood involved. These past few months have been filled with times of
I wasn’t always this person. But don’t remind me of that. A decade ago – I was much, much different. Those of you who have read my testimony (part two here) can… well… attest to that. I’m not going to tell you who I was because I don’t want you to know her. But this past