When It Rains, And You Cry, And The Clothes Don’t Wash Themselves

It rained for days. Noses poured, tears flowed, tempers flared and the Mother wished everything would dry up.I cried on the toilet while I told my husband about the laundry that lurked up on me. I was so overwhelmed by messes. My children were naughty. My house was embarrassing. The boys splashed happily in the … Continue reading When It Rains, And You Cry, And The Clothes Don’t Wash Themselves

Looking Past the Garden Tools

There are eighty billion trees in the yard, and they're always, always, always, shedding something. Always.Pokey balls, bark worms, leaves, pine cones, pine needles, tiny birch tree bits, tiny maple tree flowers...and these are all technical terms I'm sure. The messy yard makes me crazy when I'm focused on my rake. If you look at the … Continue reading Looking Past the Garden Tools

What You Need To Know About Me Even If You Don’t Care To Know It

 Introducing myself:My name is JoAnn. Do you know what would be fun? If I recapped my evening yesterday. It should be illuminating.First, I ordered Chipotle for three people online and then I noticed I accidentally ordered my husband a chicken salad instead of a chicken burrito. So I called and fixed the order. Then my … Continue reading What You Need To Know About Me Even If You Don’t Care To Know It

Imperfect Prose: The Radio and The Rules

In the 80's I watched all God's people and my parents work hard at perfection.We followed the rules in our family. We didn't say "butt" because it was rude. I went into Kindergarten convinced that "stupid" was a very bad word. Madonna was second cousins with the devil.And I was exhausted. If you can't say … Continue reading Imperfect Prose: The Radio and The Rules

A Smattering Of Adventures Set To Optimal Cuteness

I was eating Trix cereal for dinner at 8 p.m. because I was at Costco for a million years today, dealing with a wayward cell phone bill. It seemed like a great time for a recap. Because sometimes when I'm sitting with a bowl of cereal for dinner, I need to remember the gifts I've been … Continue reading A Smattering Of Adventures Set To Optimal Cuteness