When I flash to memories of my Mom she is, most often, in one of two places. In a large portion of my memories, my Mom is sitting on a stool at our counter. She might have a newspaper in front of her, turned to the page with the crossword–the main reason we actually subscribed to...
I had the following conversation with Chad a few weeks ago before taking Chanelle to her very first orthodontist appointment. (Note: some of the names and locations in the story have been changed to protect the innocent.) Chad: What time is Chanelle’s appointment tomorrow? Me: Noon. Chad: Okay. Me: Yeah, I remember talking to Fred and Wilma last...
I’m sitting on our back deck right now. A chorus of birds are singing their morning wake-up song that competes with Patty Griffin’s voice streaming from my phone that competes with my three little people who are entertaining themselves just inside the house. Meadow’s sing song-y voice is the loudest among the three. Her happy voice...
I turned 38 years old last week. Or, at least I think I did. I’m not good with numbers. I often forget how many years Chad and I have been married. It took me years to memorize his phone number. And I can’t even begin to tell you my licence plate number. A few days before...
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Thanks again Summer for sharing so that I could be reminded about what is important in life.
The pleasure is mine, Doug. Thank you for stopping by.