My sweaty palms have nothing to do with the steamy afternoon temperatures. How did I let my husband talk me into this? One minute I’m nibbling on a funnel cake, and the next, standing in line for the wildest ride at the park. I plop into the seat and lower the padded...
Okay, I’ll admit it. Sometimes I talk to myself. Not out loud, mind you. But I have this annoying inner voice and every so often I have to tell it to be quiet. Like when I first decided to pursue my dream of becoming a writer. That voice just wouldn’t shut up. It...
Taylor - May 2006 Sometimes a little change of perspective can make a big difference when dealing with a problem. I remember several years ago, when Taylor was around six years old. One day, while looking in the mirror, Taylor discovered a small freckle on her...
Here it is. The whole story about how I met their father. And truthfully, it wasn't love at first sight. It didn’t take long for the news to spread among my young, female coworkers. My friend pulled me aside in the breakroom.“Did you hear? We just hired a new guy...
I wiped my sweaty palms against my khakis and glanced at the dashboard clock: 7:58 AM. Across the parking lot, a young woman carried an armful of books and headed toward the front doors. Should I go in? Registration began at 8:00, but the first speaker didn’t start...
It was shaping up to be one of those weekends. Two kids had important activities they were required to attend. Taylor had a volleyball tournament in Indianapolis. Closer to home, Madison had a music contest on Saturday. Curt and I decided to divide and conquer. He’d...