reflections · writing

The One Question Undoing Us All

How’s it going? It’s asked so simply, so quickly, so this-is-what-I’m-supposed-to-say that almost always I respond with that ingrained response–Fine. All good. Can’t complain. Pick your poison. Because what if we all actually answered that question honestly–How’s it going? It? Life? Finances? Motherhood? Job? State of the union? Facebook following? There’s too much, maybe. Really.… Continue reading The One Question Undoing Us All

writing · just write life

Why I Don’t Enjoy My Grocery Store (and other things I’m learning)

We moved over a year ago. Ten miles down the road, jumped the county line. New schools, new community, new grocery store. But I keep going back to the old one. Because I like my routine and I like what I know and I don’t like it when I have to figure out something new.… Continue reading Why I Don’t Enjoy My Grocery Store (and other things I’m learning)

1000 gifts · just write life · madelynne · motherhood · writing

13 Ways to Live When You’re Only 13

Dear Daughter Turning 13 Today, Yesterday I couldn’t reach the paper plates on the top shelf of the tall cabinet and you could. Yesterday you lay in bed with me, snuggled up like you were still five, but we read Harry Potter instead of Llama Llama. Yesterday, you were still twelve. You were still considered… Continue reading 13 Ways to Live When You’re Only 13

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When You Lose Your Symbol of Resilience

I cried in my coffee this morning. The news coming out of Hurricane Irma’s wake is devastating no matter where you turn. (Though for goodness sakes don’t turn on the Weather Channel unless you’re studying how to write dramatic headlines.) I know it can be hopeful too–all the neighbors caring for one another with hot… Continue reading When You Lose Your Symbol of Resilience

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About that Time I Ate a Corndog from the Gas Station

  Sometimes the stress eats me, chews me up and spits me out into the fetal position on the floor. Sometimes I eat my stress. Corndog from the RaceTrac yesterday. Sure, why not? I’m in the middle of launching my debut novel, I started a small business, my kids started school, and the van didn’t… Continue reading About that Time I Ate a Corndog from the Gas Station

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No Such Thing as a Small Storm

As the prayers and the waters and the worries rise in Houston and the surrounding areas of Texas affected by Hurricane Harvey, I pull this from the archives to remind us–there’s no such thing as a small storm. Whether you’re treading water or standing dry, chances are you’ve wrung your hands and whispered pleas to… Continue reading No Such Thing as a Small Storm

motherhood · school · writing

When Gilmore Girls Makes Your First Day of School Look Not So Bad

We did it. Lined ’em all up on the front stoop (it’s not a porch though Joshua says he’ll build me one someday) and took the obligatory First Day picture and took them all to new schools. Yeah, I’m a homeschool quitter. I love a lot of things about homeschool. I love the freedom to… Continue reading When Gilmore Girls Makes Your First Day of School Look Not So Bad