Busy

Yesterday morning I was in full working mom grouch mode. I had just returned to the house from a very annoying breakfast “meeting,” and I was in a foul mood. Beyond foul. If you know me at all, you know this mood well. Lips pursed. Eyebrows furrowed. Cursing with my eyes. When I get like this the only things that…

Today

Today I feel empty. Sad. Hopeless, even. I could lie and say that everything is okay. But I’m realizing that I do that too often. I admit it, too often I write about the mountaintops. So today I write about the trenches. Yesterday I had one of my quarterly meetings with Zion’s ABA therapy team. For years, I left those…

Layers

Several years ago, I acquired a set of two matching, handmade floor lamps. They fell right out of the 70’s. Hard. They are extremely heavy, and appear to be made of some kind of real wood. I brought them home because they reminded me of my childhood and my parent’s groovy living room. I liked the feel of the lamps, but…

Save me

I don’t know about anyone else, but I am constantly looking for ways to save money. Why is that? A year ago I was making half of what I’m making now, and back then I had to sell handmade jewelry just to survive. Then I got a promotion and subsequent raise at work…yet somehow, I found very quickly that I…

De-Zombied

  Thinking back, my childhood was the happiest time of my life. And that is because I actually lived. I sat on the porch swing snapping green beans with my mom and my grandma. I sang songs around campfires with my dad’s church youth group. I rode my bicycle down my grandpa’s half-mile gravel driveway. I threw stink bugs at…

Divided We Fall

I don’t write much about controversy. I don’t rant about politics. Or religion. I don’t engage in debates on Facebook. I make it a habit to steer clear of the latest social media trending topics. Blue/gold dresses and gender-specific restrooms are not my typical blog fodder, because to be honest, in a few days those topics will have been forgotten.…

Twelve

June 30, 2006   Today was one of the worst days of my life. Zion’s birthday was a disaster. I guess I knew in my heart he wouldn’t cooperate. I knew he wouldn’t open presents or blow out the 2 little candles on his cake. But what am I supposed to do, not have a birthday party for my son?…