Talk At Ya! What I’d Be Saying Today If I Could Say It

 Just when I think I'm developing a sensory disorder in my old age, what with all the screaming and running around and jumping off of things that comes with three boys, the weather gets a bit sunnier and Outside becomes part of our world again.  I can see them swinging and playing in the dirt … Continue reading Talk At Ya! What I’d Be Saying Today If I Could Say It

I Also Enjoy Pasta…

Yesterday I innocently ignored the signs and purchased three boxes of Oreos AND a gelato at the grocery store. I thought I was buying the gelato for Derrick since I bought his flavor, which involves the unholy addition of bananas, but I ended up eating half of it.Today has been a survival day, where I ate … Continue reading I Also Enjoy Pasta…

Blather: Under the Influence of Herbal Tea

Hola friends!that's me, on the right, pre-quesadillaOh little blog, I haven't seen you're blinking face for some time now. What can I tell you? The days blur together. The weather hits 100 and then sinks back to 75, reflecting my general confusion about life. Is it fall? Is it summer? Why do I have a … Continue reading Blather: Under the Influence of Herbal Tea

Pajama Clad Days

My cup has a question mark on it. It's the whole day written on ceramic, a hieroglyphic metaphor for Monday.One baby is at school and the other has the flu and yet another is eating crackers with some brand new molars, hard won through sleepless nights and a half eaten crib.With laundry to wash and … Continue reading Pajama Clad Days

Cain and Abel Paint the House

Having a two-year-old is like having a blender that you don't have the top for.  ~Jerry SeinfeldWhen you wake up on the wrong side of the bed, coffee helps. Then the kids wake up and you need a Higher Power and a sense of humor to get you though the day.After they socked each other … Continue reading Cain and Abel Paint the House

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

When Coffee Doesn’t Cut It

This morning I planted flowers in my pajamas. With a burned and blistered index finger, I touched all things tenderly and wiped mud on my bathrobe. Twenty minutes later I was drinking sugared coffee and the silence led me to the Under-Four's, digging enthusiastically. I didn't know it, but the Snapdragons wanted to be in … Continue reading When Coffee Doesn’t Cut It

"She Reads, She Paints, She Sets Things On Fire"

The only people who can believe in a God who says "Bury yourself" are the people who know they deserve to die.He tells us to die and be made new, and I forget it's a daily choice. I forget my cross carrying and start throwing myself a parade.I was busy tossing candy at the commoners … Continue reading "She Reads, She Paints, She Sets Things On Fire"

The Torn Up To-Do List: How To Be A Good Christian When You’re A Big Failure

With babies, weeks are blurry even when you get new spectacles. Four days out from Monday and I'm still in a fog, thinking about sad things, the things that visit when you sleep in a chair all night. I try not to sleep in chairs as a rule, but lately I have been unable to … Continue reading The Torn Up To-Do List: How To Be A Good Christian When You’re A Big Failure