So here we go. Thanksgiving is over and it's full-speed ahead. As you know, there's much to be done before Christmas. Especially for you "younger" moms. You know who you are. You've got little ones who still believe in the big guy in red. You're crazy busy. You're...
“I'll take a half-pound of honey ham, please.”The skinny kid behind the counter gave me a nod and grabbed a plastic glove. “Ma'am, do you think you're in a rut?” What did he say? I looked up from my grocery list. “Excuse me?” “Um … it’s just that uh … you always get...
Sometimes farm kids have to make their own fun. That’s what I did one time when my parents left me alone with a bunch of cows. But you’ll never guess what I did to pass the time and entertain myself … Every cow was in the corral – except one – and I knew what that...
We've had an ongoing dilemma in our family for years. Our girls would love to have a cat; but unfortunately, Curt is allergic. It might be different if he just got the sniffles, but he is extremely allergic. I’m talking throat-swells-up-can’t-breathe kind of allergic....
Hi everyone! This week our family left the cornfields of Illinois and traveled to the mountains of Colorado! We are having a blast. As you can see, we went horseback riding today. (Tomorrow is whitewater rafting!) I've decided to take this week off from blogging so I...
I never intended to become a stalker, especially with my kids in the van. But I suppose that’s how it looked. I just couldn't resist. My girls didn't help matters either. “Mom, can we please drive by the blue house?” Poor kids, I thought. They missed the place as much...
I can’t believe it’s already strawberry picking time! This time of year always reminds me of my great-grandma. We picked strawberries every summer at her house when I was a kid. We’d pull into the driveway, chickens squawking and scattering across the barnyard, while...
I certainly don't claim to be a poet, but in honor of Father's Day last weekend, I thought I'd share this little poem I wrote for Curt several years ago ... Daddy's Armsby Sheri ZeckPrecious little baby girl, upon her entrance in this world;so secure and safe from...
Lately I've been hearing voices in my head. It’s usually at night when I’m trying to sleep. It sounds something like this: Hey batter look at me, I’m a monkey in a tree. Or ... Walk her, walk her, just like Betty Crocker … go Betty, go Betty, go! If you've never been...
Last week Madison brought a note home from school. Of course that’s nothing new. Kids bring home notes all the time. There are reminders about lunch money. Permission slips for field trips. But the look on my daughter’s face told me this was no ordinary note. “I’m...
Hi everyone! In honor of Mother's Day (this Sunday) I'm sharing my story that was recently published in the book, Chicken Soup for the Soul: Mom Knows Best.Leave me a comment and I'll enter your name for a chance to win a copy for your favorite mom! One word. That’s...
No one likes to watch their parents grow older. In my eyes, my dad was always strong. When I was a kid, Dad used to throw me up on his shoulders while he walked through the hilly pastures on our farm. Yep, he was a farmer, which meant long hours of hard work. He also...
“Merry Christmas! Come in!” Grandma wiped her hands on her apron and hurried over to greet us. I took a deep breath, enjoying a wonderful whiff of turkey and apple pie. I stomped the snow off my shoes and kicked them onto a nearby rug. Four pairs of well-worn...