Motherhood: Rated R

John Paul jokes that I thought having a baby meant carting an American Girl Doll around town like a Toy Pomeranian.  This “doll” would be sleeping through the night by the ripe age of 6 weeks old, rarely make a peep and most certainly would manage its bodily fluids in a polite fashion.  Now, I… Continue reading Motherhood: Rated R

Blame it on the baby

These poor babies- we wait on them for the better part of 10 months to enter the world and then we blame them for all of our shortcomings. Or maybe that’s just me. My writing has gotten rustier than a nail in a junkyard and try as I might, I can’t blame it on the… Continue reading Blame it on the baby

Season of Love

Thanksgiving is almost here and I have been more pensive than usual.   It has been a year of highs and lows and perhaps it is the lows that have evoked this introspection. In previous years, I have not always been so aware of the precious memories that are created each holiday season. I have taken a lot… Continue reading Season of Love