I am not much of a souvenir girl. I suppose this stems from growing up in a resort town and working in "gift" shops selling tchotchkes and gaudy t-shirts to …
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I remember a time in middle school when my friend was slapped by her mom. Apparently she had turned up her nose at whatever was being offered for dinner that …
We don't get out much. Well, we do get out much but usually it is to work or swim practice or church activities or horse activities or volunteer activities or homeschool …
Emp-ty (adjective) Containing nothing; not filled or occupied. How Tammie was feeling last Sunday. It had been a long week. My ER shifts had were jam-packed. Spring fever was turning my household into …
My brother and I were born thirteen months apart. With identical blonde curls and mirror image faces, everyone thought we were twins. I sometimes wonder if that means I looked …
Typically two things happen at my house when we plan to fast during Lent. First, we forget it's Lent until about a week in. Second, we don't make it all the …
A little boy comes running toward me, his eyes bright with glee. Jackson* throws his arms around my waist for a quick squeeze then climbs into the van to join …
Like most households, the chaos of our day always comes to a head at dinnertime. Last night, after driving home in a blizzard, I found myself up to my eyeballs in bedlam. …
Time is a precious commodity for any mother. And I find myself on the losing end of the battle to find time, make time, and balance time more often than …
Eight years ago Dave bought me a newish Toyota Sienna. It was bar none the nicest vehicle I'd ever owned. I felt like a celebrity driving around the 'burbs in …