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Guest posting at Things I Can't Say: Outgrown
Today, I'm a guest writer at Things I Can't Say, talking about things I've outgrown... and things I wish I had.Join me! Shell is a wonderful, strong mama, and I'm honored to be featured on her...
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Through his eyes
His still-chubby arm was thrown across my neck with possession. MY mama, he said. He sleepily looked into my eyes and said, “I love you” and his eyes drifted shut as he fell asleep. I could feel his...
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(Almost) everything I learned about parenting I learned in high school (on...
I'm on Scary Mommy today, with my not-so-serious side, remembering classes in high school and what I learned that relates to parenting now. What classes would you add to the list?Click here to read.Love,
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Stuck in Someday
One day last week, my husband took the long way home from dinner. It was a rare slowed-down evening in a month of busy. A month of rush rush rush. A month of frayed tempers and patience. A month of...
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More than words
The baseball set is brand-new, surely purchased from the local all-in-one store my father frequents quite often. So is the badminton set and the bubble wands, laid out neatly on the table in the...
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Jumping in
“Catch me, mama!” he says. But he doesn’t really want to be caught. He wants to be seen. He wants me to stand nearby and witness his triumph as he cuts through the pool like a dolphin. “Watch this...
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A letter to my son's best friend
Dear Bunny,We need to have a talk.I know; we don’t usually get a lot of one on one time, since my son pretty much has you attached to him at all times, as his designated lovey. But he’s sleeping, so...
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Milestones
My heart was pounding and I was shaking a little when the technician put a tiny tourniquet around his arm and checked his vein. The man was smiling widely, reassuring both me and my son; as he...
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Goodbye to the first house I ever loved
The moving truck was packed and the only thing that remained was a lonely plant that would have to sit next to me in the passenger seat on the sixteen-hour drive across Georgia, Alabama, Mississippi,...
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Look again
She didn't make a good first impression.I would have sworn she was fresh out of high school, and I wanted to take her aside and ask her why she was wearing that somber black dress to work at a pizza...
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The perfect summers - and why I prefer fall
His name was Kelly, his hair was Scandinavian blonde, and his eyes were a startling ice blue. I met him by accident, actually; my friend pushed me in his direction at the roller rink and told me to...
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And what will the pretty one have?
The local shoe store in my hometown was run by a father and his son, a mustachioed pair who were well-liked and friendly. Sitting on a corner on Main Street, the store was long and narrow, like a...
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In plain sight
I grew up in the Midwest, where autumn announces itself with jewel tones of crimson, maize, and burnt umber. There is no question when fall has breezed into town on a cold front. Here in Austin, the...
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Brave: the heads-down, no-helmet approach
When he was twelve years old, Robin was climbing up Lookout Mountain in Colorado on his first road bike at 12 miles an hour long after dark one night. He heard a siren, and a police officer stopped...
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I Surrender
The plane was full, and we were in the very back row. I acquiesced to my husband’s request for an afternoon flight this time instead of the cheaper tickets that required a pre-dawn wakeup call, knowing...
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The Punch Bowl is Mine
Everything I know about negotiation skills was learned sitting on the segmented, plastic-covered, white brocade couch in my grandmother’s living room.Every Christmas, my family drove for two days or...
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Where I Lived Wednesday: Glendora Avenue
The house was three stories tall, sitting at the end of a long and curving hill on a dead-end street. The paint was blue and fading, and when I rode my mountain bike home from campus, I could see the...
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Friday Favorites
I am surrounded, always, by people who love and support me; I want to return the favor. On any random Friday, I'm summarizing some of my favorite things from around the web and supporting others in...
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Friday Favorites
On any random Friday, I'm summarizing some of my favorite things from around the web to support other writers out there; I have so many encouraging and supporting me, and I think it's important to keep...
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How I Write
My friend Allison asked me to participate in a blog tour exploring our writing process. I said yes, because I love her, but also because it’s something I wanted to think about, myself. I first heard of...
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