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July 25 Came and Went

This was the year. Of course I thought about it. But I didn’t obsess about it all day. And the day before. And the day after. What is July 25?

So Much To Do

Summer is here! My husband commented yesterday that we are going to run ourselves ragged keeping the kids entertained this summer. I commented that they will have awesome summer memories when they get older of their parents hanging out with them. I think both statements are right!

Why can’t we live inside of dreams?

Last night I had a dream that my mother was alive, She was hiding though. We went to a hotel… I don’t remember why now. It was a dump. It had an elevator and you could only enter from inside, but it was a dump just the same. We were staying in the same room

Cookbooks

I am addicted to recipe books. My gram likes to remind me that when I was a kid I told her “if you can read, you can cook” and I still believe it today. You may not have the best technique in the world, but a good cookbook will take you pretty far in the

Happy Valentine’s Day

We don’t really celebrate Valentine’s Day, just because Michael makes sure to tell me every day that he loves me, and I do the same. It’s not a once-a-year type thing. You should celebrate your love for the people in your life every day. While some of the people I love are so very far

83

I just called my gram to wish her a happy birthday. 83. Long run, hm? I wish she could be around for 83 more. I call every year, and every year for the past few she’s alluded to this or that. Most phone calls (I call at least once a week) allude to “only so

Sometimes in seeking, we don’t always find

Sometimes I go looking for my mom, because I’ve forgotten she isn’t there, and I am surprised when I can’t find her. Last week Sara was talking downstairs and I swore it was mom. I don’t hear her in my own voice, although I hear her in my words. I was pleasantly surprised to find