There’s no place like home

I couldn’t wait to leave my hometown when I was 18. In my opinion, Greenfield was the most boring and backwoods place on earth. I saw the same people all the time. I did the same things every day. I was young and knew everything, and all I wanted was to get out of there and see the world. Travel.…

Cut

Last night I picked my kids up from their grandma’s house, and on our way home we stopped at the convenience store. I was tired and in a hurry, as usual, so I told the kids to sit tight and that I was just going to run in quickly. Zion already had his car door open. I said, “Buddy, get…

Safe

In our house, Sundays in summertime are for playing. We spend our time outdoors…at the park, grilling out, or at the club pool. In the wintertime however, probably much like your family, we become pajama-clad sloths. We sleep late, lounge around until noon, and watch old-school cartoons like Garfield and The Smurfs. My 14-year old daughter sidles right up next to…

Foiled

I honestly never thought this is where I would be at age 43. From the time I was very young, I dreamed of opening an orphanage in India where I would save children from poverty and pestilence. That didn’t happen. (Not yet anyway.) Instead, now 20 years later, I am a warrior mom of two tweens, and my mission field…

Closer

Friday night I stumbled through the front door… exhausted. I looked at the clock. 5:34 p.m. Hmmmm. That’s the exact time my daughter was born. What can I say? I remember random things. This was easily the busiest and most stressful week I’ve had in recent memory. I just wanted to put on my jammies, watch some mindless television, and…

Mama doesn’t always know best

If you have read my writing even once, you likely know that my 12 year old son, Zion, has autism. He was diagnosed when he was 2. Since the age of 5, he has been enrolled in a specialized behavioral therapy called ABA. He has done this Monday through Friday, instead of going to public school. And I have supplemented…

Nine

Sometimes on Sunday mornings, I just sit and stare at this blank canvas…thinking of all the beautiful and insane things I could impart to you today. I recollect stories. Some are joyous. Some are hilarious. Some are unspeakably painful. This morning the memories are flooding in…as I am missing my grandpa. He left us 9 years ago today. I wish…