I’m back at my coffee shop perch, the place I often go for some time alone. I’ve been away for a few weeks due to various festive events. While I’ve loved seeing friends, I definitely miss my introvert recharge time. I miss my boys, though. I had a meeting tonight, and despite planning for some […]
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I always told myself I would age gracefully. I imagined myself in the future as Helen Mirren or Colleen Dewhurst, content in my wrinkly skin and aware that beauty isn’t dependent upon age. Yet increasingly I find myself uncomfortable with the fine lines and blotches appearing on my skin. Being a mom to two boys
Sometimes I think I want to be a freelance writer when I grow up. Or rather, when my kids grow up. My life doesn’t have room for any paid work right now. I tend to be a workaholic, so any work I add into my life means everything else will suffer. But I do wonder
O Love that wilt not let me go,I rest my weary soul in thee;I give thee back the life I owe,That in thine ocean depths its flowMay richer, fuller be. -George Matheson
I am so much to be thankful for this year. I am thankful to still be pregnant. I am thankful for a new (old) house where each of my boys can have their own bedrooms – a wonderful luxury! Most of all, I am very, very thankful for the friends and family who have helped
Hi, peeps. Wow, I feel like I have a had a really crazy week. Just lots of little and big stress events combining to throw life into a bit of a whirlwing. Baby #2 and I are good, though. My OB today said that January 10 is our best-case delivery date (39 weeks), but that
Yeah, bed rest stinks, but when I think about where I was a month ago, I am immensely grateful to be here. Five weeks ago I had just found out my cervix was shortening. A couple days after the appointment where I heard that diagnosis, I rushed to the hospital due to severe back pain.
I’d like to get back to our regularly scheduled European Adventure posts, but I just don’t have it in me. Taking a few minutes to write about our vacation feels so shallow. I know there is nothing wrong with blogging about non-flood topics; I imagine it would be quite healthy. Maybe later today I can
A funny noiseA funny smellIs it here?No, we are safeHigh on our hill Go to bedMust sleepMust sleepCan’t sleep All those housesAll those peopleSo closeSo near A car doorFire DepartmentTime to goNo, a neighborHauling his dumpster to the street(It’s midnight, man – are you crazy?)(Maybe just back from sandbags. Good man, good man.) Okay.Go to
There’s Team Edward and Team Jacob….Team Jennifer and Team Angelina…. today I want to tell you about Team Emmett. Emmett Stalling is husband, father, and musician who in February was diagnosed with Stage IV esophageal cancer. He and his wife have a four-year-old boy named Quinn. To my knowledge, I have never met Emmett or