He’s the best dad, this guy. I mean, he’s a really, really good Dad. He teaches our kids about plants and flowers. He’s taught them to love nature and not to be afraid to pick up creepy, crawly things. In the evening, after a long day, he will pull on his shoes and dribble a...
I sat watching from behind the glass. Nose-bleed seats, for sure. They are all nose-bleed seats, though. In one hour increments parents race toward the glass to grab the “best” seats, so to catch a glimpse of their kids kick a ball to a teammate or better yet, into the goal of the opposing team....
On the home page of this blog there is a quote. Words for anyone who may land on them, but, really, words for me. “Nothing else matters except sitting down every day and trying.” The words, from Steven Pressfield’s book, The War of Art remind me that the journey matters–in art, in marriage, in health,...
I stood off to the side in a small classroom with 15 Kindergartners. The song “Happy” played while the “Mom in Charge” (a role which I take great care to never be) orchestrated a game of musical chairs. For a moment, I enjoyed standing among people who made me feel like a giant. While...
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Wow,wow,wow. If I were your husband I would worship the ground you walked on knowing that you loved me so much. Thank you for sharing your feelings. I love your writing and your photography!
Thank you, Pat. The truth is. . . I marred up and he is very easy to love. 🙂