Sometimes it’s good to be all about the brilliant. And the sassy red shoes.
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)
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
Dear Twenty-Two, Look at you, so flush with love and naivety in your crinoline and Scarlett O’Hara curls. Wedding day dress up. But you don’t know, twenty-two, what I know now. Thirty-seven and fifteen years later. You don’t know anything about marriage or motherhood or making every moment count. You don’t know about mortgages and… Continue reading Dear Twenty-Two (a lesson in marriage)
I’m on my back porch and the air is hovering between heavy humidity and storm-blowing breezes. Either way, rain’s been skirting all around our southern summer all week long. The book has a cover now and if you’re in the know you’ve seen it. If you’re not, what are you waiting for? Sign up for… Continue reading Five Symbols of the South
Had one of those pinnacle moments of motherhood this weekend. One of those times where I thought–this moment is it. The choice I make, the choice she makes, in THIS moment will define how I parent her for the rest of her life. Actually, now that I think about it, I’ve had more than one moment… Continue reading When You Really Don’t Want to Run the Race Anymore
I’ve always had a smidge of sympathy for Lot’s wife. I know, I know. If God tells you to go, you go and don’t wonder at what you’re leaving behind. That’s a whole lot easier said than done. Besides, I don’t think the point of the story is “never look behind you.” I think the… Continue reading That Time Looking Back Was Worth the Glance