I keep waiting for a normal day. I saw a meme once that said “normal” is just a setting on a washing machine. I hear that. But after trauma, after divorce, after millions of hours of counseling, after … after … after … Aren’t we supposed to get past the dreaded SURVIVAL MODE? If you’ve… Read More Too weary to fake it
Did you have a good day? I wonder how we ever really answer that question. How do we sort through the moments, like so many puzzle pieces, and label a day “good” or “bad”? Here are some of mine … I’m sweating today because our air conditioner is broken. Again. We have to replace the… Read More Defining a day
After 6 weeks away with their dad, my sweet children are finally home. Now what do you think I’m going to say next? Here’s how I pictured it in my mind: Hubby and me standing at the end of the jetway at the airport and the boys running in slow motion toward us. Everyone in… Read More Families, Olympics, and Little Bugs
A couple weeks ago in a post about my sister’s engagement, I left a little cliff hanger … “Today, as my mom and I were driving to pick up the wedding dress, she said something about the right guy fitting like ‘your favorite pair of blue jeans.’ … That analogy really hit home … and I have a great deal… Read More Boys are like blue jeans
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