Wednesday, September 6, 2017

Honesty and E.L. Fudge

To my little Irish saint, Bridget,


My darling, as your doting mother (who feels the gravity of the responsibility of "raising you right" sitting on her shoulders), I must work to instill in you good and moral values. One of the most important of these is honesty; a value that cannot be underestimated. It is imperative for you to maintain your integrity. I want you to always tell the truth!

Sunday, August 27, 2017

Be A Bridge Builder

I have a favorite bridge.

(Is that strange? To have a favorite bridge? People have favorite sweaters, favorite books, and favorite foods. But do they have favorite bridges? Ha! Well, I do.)


I love the Waterloo Bridge in London, England. I was able to learn a bit about the bridge's history while touring London, and it quickly became one of the neatest structures I've ever seen! It was the first (and the longest) of three bridges built on the Thames River. It was originally built in 1811, but was later closed in 1923 because it was considered unsafe to cross.

Sunday, August 20, 2017

What Do I Know?!? (Not A Lot!)

Today, after answering all of my daughter's questions about puberty and periods and "hair in weird places," I realized something that gave me pause...


Lilly will be eleven next month!

ELEVEN! Eleven, eleven, eleven. When did that happen? HOW did that happen? She is growing up too quickly.

Sunday, August 13, 2017

Cockroaches And Courage!

I once peed on a cockroach.


Seriously! No lie! It. Was. Frightening. It was an experience I will never forget! (Especially since that disgusting creepy crawler was the size of a cat!)

Sunday, July 30, 2017

I Feel Happy When...

Mr. Matt has a bushy beard that hides thumbprint-sized dimples in his cheeks. ("Social workers can't afford razors," he jokes.) His eyes are kind, his office is small, and he has a magnificent way with Camren. He holds his hand. He calls him "Buddy." He sees Camren's delightful sense of humor beneath his hardheadedness and often-abrasive nature.


In Mr. Matt's office, we can hear the hum of a lawn mower through the open window. The water feature plugged into the wall beside the bookcase gurgles and drips. We sit in chairs in a triangle formation and talk about our feelings. I feel happy when... I feel sad when... I feel angry when...