I hesitate to use a word like ‘epiphany’ for any of my thoughts. I’m not an epiphany-type person. Or epiphany-ish? I think you feel me.
Continue readingthe example in vulnerability
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it’s not about the dance
Remember how we made a big deal about Homecoming and the fact that it was our first big dance (because of the coco) and CJ and his darling girlfriend indulged me with a pre-photo session? No? Well, I do! I bring it up only because we did not have the same enthusiasm about Winter Follies. Or maybe it was just about having photos taken. ‘don’t worry, mom, we’ll just get a few pictures at Abby’s.’ And I heard, ‘ugh … mommmmmm. i can drive now. i don’t actually need you for anything but car insurance and a bed to lie down in when i get home.’ Funny the stories we come up with on our own.
Continue readingon love and the present
Ok, let’s just get something out of the way right at the outset. At the onset? From the get-go? The start; let’s just go with that. I try real hard with the words.
This isn’t some lovey dovey ‘i have big news to share on Valentine’s Day!’ post.
Continue readingcoming home
Looking back over the past year … I’m totally kidding.
Continue readingi’ll be right there
Ok, first of all. We’ve been dating now for nearly six months and when I say ‘we,’ I mean CJ and his lovely girlfriend Abby. I think I’m officially too old to date. It’s probably more like meet-ups at the bingo hall. Or something.
Continue readingfinding the wins
I’m just here to tell you that there is literally nothing that’s made me more emotional this fall than watching my son partner up with the varsity football team. Wait. I’m not the only mom that cries at football games … am I?
Continue readingwe actually need each other
I don’t know what to title anything but what I do know is that the time I spend thinking about it could likely be put to better use. For example, I need to make a grocery list and put on real clothes. I’m certain that the phrase ‘real clothes’ never crossed my lips in 2019. Like, not one single time.
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covid weddings and the ‘why not?’ perspective
Do we still consider ourselves in the midst of a pandemic? At the tail end? Does your cat’s tail shake oddly sometimes, too?
These are questions I ask myself. I just told someone this week my spirit animal is a squirrel. It feels accurate.
Continue readingtelling a story
I want to preface all of this by saying that only on one or two occasions was I invited to tell some kind of story. I’m recalling a movie where a woman sat in front of a group of children at a library and took her story-telling to a level exceeding inappropriate for the little ones – she was dealing with … things. I had to applaud her, though, because in that moment she needed to voice her story. I think that’s what brings me here today. I’m not telling a story for an audience. I’m telling a story for me. Because I’ve learned that in my own journey, there is no better way for me to get it out other than to write (type, I know).
Continue readingmy greatest teacher
You guys. We have a year of high school under our belts. In what will surely go down in history as the most chaotic, confusing, and challenging of all school years, we did it. And I say ‘we’ because I’m the mom and I will take some of the credit.
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a brand new ending 