Postcard Pretend: Explore

Dear Mom, Let’s pretend this is a postcard. You’ve been very hard to catch on the phone. So let’s resort to some new-school old-school communication techniques. If this was a postcard, it would say,   Dear Mom, Went on a walk with Kate yesterday. Followed a creek and discovered a new trail that’s nice and long….

A Charles Shultz Camping Trip: Part Two

Happiness is a smile in the morning. Happiness is the feeling of clean teeth. Happiness is chocolate milk on sale. Happiness is making memories. Happiness is sharing a swing set. Happiness is a day at the lake. Happiness is your best friend beside you. Happiness is your feet on the dash. Happiness is coming home.

Walkin’ at RockRidge

I like to go for walks at my parents’ place. Can you tell why? This place was made for exploring. There are always things to see. And there is good company to see them with! What a dog, that BellaBeast. I notice things, on my walks. Up North the trees are not so red, nor…

Packing, One More Time

Home is the happy feeling of opening the pantry door and recognizing all the labels that stare back at you. It’s the place you can grab any jacket off the rack to run outside to the car or down the road on an errand, even if it’s too big and not yours. At least, those…

I Will Smell Your Face: Some Real Thoughts on my Pretend Parenting

This is not a unique blog post. There are millions of them; These posts of the “Parenting” kind. This one is a post addressing the life of a harried caregiver whose life revolves around diapers, dishes, dogfood, and whose-fork-is-who’s. My life as a pretend mom is filled with early-morning scrambles, late afternoon tantrums, and quiet evenings where…

So much for Not Journaling…

I found something I wrote a year ago today. For someone who does not journal, it sounds a lot like journaling. You have been warned. One year ago I had just moved from my hometown to a small town. 7 hours south; Away from my friends and familiarity; moving in with my parents. Awesome. Every…

Life Lesson #225: Please Teach it to Your Kids

I don’t care if you go to the bathroom with the door open. I don’t care if you go to the bathroom while I’m there brushing my teeth. I don’t care if you are six years old and sometimes forget to wash your hands. What I DO care about, is that you learn to FLUSH…

When the Cows Come Home.

[So this post has nothing to do with my life adventures or anything important at all. Just so you know.]  I used to watch the cows as they went to work in the morning and head back home every night. I would sit on the floor at my Grannie’s and watch out the patio door…