This expressway is exhausting. Overflowing schedules of events and activities run into more appointments and meetings. Life becomes an expressway of bumper to bumper, life-packed, overcrowded, backed-up traffic jam. The days fill up and empty me out. Night comes and my head hits the pillow with a thud. Dropping off one kid to pick up another…running … Continue reading
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Unwrapping 43
Last week, I celebrated the Big 43. I remember when I turned 28 for 4 years in a row. For some reason, the age number bothered me then, but now, not so much. It’s just a number that counts the years I’ve lived, not how young or old I feel. So to celebrate, I planned … Continue reading
Inside the Packaging
My head was pounding in sync with the foot stomps from the upstairs bedroom. I grabbed the newly purchased ibuprofen bottle; trusting relief would come soon. The box was a generous 3 inches in height, with the bottle inside standing tall at an easy 2 1/2 inches. I ripped off the plastic wrapper, popped the … Continue reading
The Iron Man Gift of Love
For a while now, Matt has been informing me of his desire to be Iron Man. He’s in that stage of pretend; everything is real— from cooking meals in his pretend kitchen to driving spaceships through the sky. Wanting to be Iron Man is just one more desire in the land of pretend. Last week, Emily and I … Continue reading
Book Give-Away {One Thousand Gifts}
I’m always looking for more books and great reads to plunk down on that ever-increasing pile next to my bed. I used to read only one book at a time. I wouldn’t start another until I had finished the first one. Then I discovered there’s way too many great books, genres and authors to read just one at … Continue reading
On the Field of Life, You’re Being Cheered!
This week, school began and my life is a crazy mess. Becoming scheduled and organized makes a mess before it turns around to smooth living. It’s a jumble of activities, lists and coordinating agendas. And today, I’m overcome with emotions. Yesterday, I felt inadequate to write. What words can I say that can even come close … Continue reading
From Busy to Quiet and Still
The morning fog is deep and settled. The sun is waking up the world. All is quiet and still. The only sound is the crunch of my own feet and the jingle of Della’s tags on her collar. We see a spider web, brilliant in the morning sun, wet with dew, symmetrically beautiful. “Mom, why … Continue reading
Tripping Over Typeset 