If it were up to me, I would’ve chosen something sporty. Like a little red mustang with a convertible top. But no such luck. We got a big ‘ol beast that could barely fit in our garage. It was a 1977 Cadillac Deville … my husband’s grandpa’s pride and joy. When...
Today I'm sharing a story I posted on my blog a couple of years ago. "O Holy Night" was previously published in the book, Chicken Soup for the Soul: It's Christmas. Since I have lots of new blog readers, I thought maybe a "throwback" was in order.And if you're a...
First band concerts ... I’ve witnessed this phenomenon three times now. Several years ago Emily played the clarinet. Then Taylor played the flute. Most recently it was Maddie’s turn. Somehow, I always forget what a band full of sixth graders sounds like. It’s not...
It's week FIVE of my summertime blogging format! In case you didn't hear, I'm focusing more on my family (and a tad less on my blog) until the end of August. I'll still meet you here every Tuesday, but things might look a little different than usual. Thanks for...
I wasn’t looking for anything in particular. I hadn’t even planned to stop by the mall. But I had a few minutes to kill before picking up my daughter. I figured I may as well browse a bit. Just to see if anything catches my eye. After all, you never know. Sometimes...
Sometimes husbands know just what to say ... "Of course you're not fat." Other times, not so much ... "What's the matter with your hair?"Saying the right thing can take you far in a marriage. I should know. I still remember something Curt said sixteen years ago. It...
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...
First and foremost, let me start this week’s blog post with a disclaimer: Warning: I can not be held responsible for the quality of this post. Any typos, run-on sentences or even entire paragraphs that make little-to-no sense can not be held against me. Thanks for...
This past week we've had some tension at our house. Seriously. I've heard way too many dramatic sighs. More than a few exasperated groans. Now I hate to point fingers, but I know who’s to blame.Our piano teacher. Nah, I’m just kidding. (Well, sort of.) Don’t get me...
When I was a teenager, I had some crazy ideas of what real love might look like. I blame Days of Our Lives. I spent way too much time watching that show. In my mind, real love was so romantic. It showed up with a dozen long-stemmed roses. It was butterflies when he...
We arrived home late that Sunday night. Curt unhooked my car from the RV, and I parked it in the driveway. Normally I would pull it into the garage, but we’d been gone for the weekend and my daughter’s vehicle was in my spot. I thought Curt was going to finish up with...
Two ridiculously cute shih tzu puppies wrestled and played while I asked myself the same question I’d pondered many times before. Why do I put myself through this? I scooped up a sweet little fluff ball, snuggled her against my cheek and snapped a selfie. Then I...
I don't know about you, but this sheltering-in-place thing is making it hard for me to keep track of what day it is. Is it Monday? Is it Saturday? Who knows? I still have two college girls, a high-schooler and a husband here every day. To make matters worse, last week...