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My friends.I’d like to tell you a story.A Christmas Story.A story about love, patience, and a yelling screaming lady.Oh.And a blind kid. Around these parts (my house) when dusk hits,…
Me: look, I’m not your Secretary. Stop sending me things half a**ed.Him: I told you I sent the Christmas list earlier today to your hotmail address.Me: No. You said you…
Early morning. The clouds are low. The sky is a hazy steel gray. 7:34 am. I’m driving Shelbi to school. She’s 12 now. She proudly sits in the passenger seat…
[Don’t forget to enter My Redwood Hill Farm Dairy Giveaway!] Yesterday I yelled at my kid for being too excited for Halloween. I know what your thinking. No, I didn’t…
Pre-teens are weierd.My 11 year old pre-teen is weird.I’m weird too.But not quite as weird as her.Which, honestly.Has me slightly envious.Because, I love the weird.The misunderstanding that lurks behind the…
I try not to, but sometimes horrible thoughts come into my head.I think of my maternal grandmother and of my cousin Andy, and I shiver. My girls. I think.My four…
I swear, if one more of my children comes up to me and tells me they want to be a princess or a unicorn or. . . .heaven forbid a…
I’m always dreaming up things that I want to do.Sometimes I don’t have the time.And. . . .Sometimes I don’t have the money.But lately, I’ve been thinking, WHY, WHY, WHY???Surely…
Dear Warwick,I know you don’t think I listen to you. And you might be a little right. It isn’t that I don’t want to listen to you. I DO. I…
She sat in her seat wiggling. She shifted from side to side swinging her legs and kicking the seat in front of her. The backs of her legs were sticking to the…