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...
Aww ... Just look at her. My sweet baby girl. Wasn't she cute? Sure, she was cute. But don't let those pigtails fool 'ya. She was also a handful.This week I'm dedicating my blog to all of you mommas out there with little ones. Because I know ... it 'aint always...
It's week THREE 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...
My 93-year-old grandmother has severe Alzheimer’s. It's heartbreaking. She doesn't remember her family. She can’t communicate. If she does try to speak, she just babbles nonsense. It’s difficult to visit someone who doesn't recognize you – or even respond to you. But...
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...
When the problems of life distract you, how do you keep your focus?I remember a few years ago when Madison learned how to ride her bike. She and Curt had spent most of the afternoon practicing on the cul-de-sac in front of our house. I sat on our front steps, watching...
Camo Night - 2005 School Spirit Theme Night Stampede "Western" Night County Fair Night Aloha Luau Night Hoppin' to the 50's Last week Emily and I went on a mission. A mission to find camo. No, we’re not going hunting. We’re actually planning a family vacation. In a...
The other day I came across a notebook I had taken with me to my first writers’ conference. As I flipped through the pages, the memories flooded back ... I remember sitting in my van that spring morning, watching conference-goers weave their way through the parking...
We had a creek, but they had a pool. So why did they think we were the lucky ones?My heart pounded as my bare toes inched toward the edge of the steep ledge. I peered over the side, watching the water cascade down the eroded bank below me, and inhaled a slow, deep...
photo: freedigitalphotos.net / Ambro Every summer there comes a time when I hear those dreaded words: “Mom, I’m bored!” In the past, I’ve caught myself jumping in to help them resolve the problem. “I’m bored” was usually my first sign that a fight was brewing. Many...
I stared at the display of eyeglass frames when a saleslady strolled over to me. “Can I help you find something?” “No thank you. I’m just looking.” I kept my tone light, hoping the lady would take the hint and give me some space. She didn’t. “What kind of frames are...
It was the perfect day for our local high school’s state softball tournament. My husband and I sat near the top of the stadium and cheered on the girls. Of course, just as the game got particularly exciting, nature called. I whispered to Curt. “I’ll be right back. I...
Her bedroom was empty and the U-Haul was full. If it wasn’t for my middle daughter being so excited to move into her very first apartment, I would’ve been a mess. But she was ready, and I couldn’t have been prouder. “Well,” I said, glancing around the kitchen for an...