In case my family looks at me with those confused expressions again when I say I am tired, might I present this as a short memoir; As a “cave drawing” of sorts. Somehow, my level of exhaustion never feels like a factor to them, even though they expect to get out of taking out the
From the very first moment, I pictured myself being there to witness the baby being born. Immediately after my daughter had handed me a plastic Target bag saying she “got something for me,” revealing two positive pregnancy tests inside (as soon as I closed my mouth) I started dreaming of being there to see my
Today my husband and youngest daughter are set to return home from an overnight stay in the redwoods for Outdoor Education. That means that today is also the end of, what I like to think of as, my Annual Personal Staycation. From the time my husband went along on my older girls’ class trip to
I used to sit there for hours, criss-cross-applesauce, playing, lost in a world that only existed in my dreams. We didn’t have much money back then for fancy toys. While other girls were getting Barbie Dream Houses and the brand new Nintendo system, I got this - The inside cabinet of our living room coffee
Tonight my mom and I went to the mall, supposedly on an errand, but an errand that landed us in Bath and Body Works with a coupon, conveniently. Fall is already a dangerous time for being in that store, what with their addictive three wick candles that nearly promise a full-blown life change, but then