(Writing to you about 9am…)I contemplated posting a picture of me from December 1990 with this blog story. The picture would have been the perfect illustration for one reason – the glasses I was wearing. But, then I remember the clothes I was wearing, which were actually far, far worse than the glasses. Oh my! The outfit I had on. { read more… }

I won’t go into the whole, “I need a grandbaby girl” thing again because y’all have already heard that story, but still… I want you to feel my pain when I say it’s tough being the only girl in the house. None of the men in my life have the slightest bit of appreciation for my creative decorating skills, my { read more… }

I love a project. My boys (all three of them!) often accuse me of dreaming up projects to do. They say if I have five spare minutes on my hand, I can have three new projects planned. And, since there is some truth to that statement, I guess I’ll have to own it. And, while I’m self-disclosing here, I’ll go { read more… }

There is a lot you sign up for that you don’t actually know or understand when you become a mother. Given that my two boys are well past the baby years, I thought I was clearly over most of the unpleasant messes and smells that are involved in motherhood during the early years. I’ve worn spit-up in my hair and { read more… }