In sixth grade I became an entrepreneur. My mom worked for a company and had access to a college basketball calendar poster. She brought one home for me and I promptly put it up on my wall. The following day, she brought home a big stack of these epic calendars and told me I could… Read More Enemies
When you are an athlete, the “disabled list” is the last place you want to land. They call it the D-list, my son calls it the “depressing list.” My budding baseball player pitched a great game on May 23. And he hasn’t pitched since. Pain in his elbow led us to Children’s Hospital, followed by… Read More Lessons from the D-List
This is the last week of high school for my oldest child. In just a few days, his K-12 career will be over. I remember taking him to his very first day of Kindergarten. I got him dressed in his little denim shorts and character shirt, pulled the velcro across his thick shoes, and sent… Read More Questions After The Journey
As we pulled up to the baseball field today it began to rain. I sat in the warm dry car and watched the team warm up as raindrops slowly covered my windshield with their tiny spots. I’ve had a strange relationship with rain for most of my life. On the farm, rain is a tricky thing.… Read More The Rain
My oldest son returned from Washington D.C. this afternoon after taking second place with his electronics design team. They literally designed a device that helped a person with disabilities perform her job more efficiently. She is now able to make minimum wage and even took home a monetary award for being part of this design… Read More Not Everything Changes
My oldest son is traveling this week. Tomorrow morning, he will board a plane that I am not on and travel to a city that I am not in. This is difficult for me. I would love to say that something happened the moment I became a mom. I would love to write about destiny… Read More Dear Google, How do I keep my bird in the nest?
A freak accident… a heavy television sliding down the stand, blunt force trauma to a hand…my son’s hand. For weeks I had watched my coworkers pour their energy into preparing for an epic egg drop. A helicopter dropping 10,000 eggs is quite a sight. As the cars poured in, I thought, “God is so amazing”… Read More Pain
I woke up this morning at 6:45 am because I could feel the warm breath of my daughter on my face. As my eyes opened and I began to focus, there was a very large eyeball staring into my soul. Thanks, Daylight Saving! I am usually dragging her out of bed at 8:00 am. Sometimes… Read More Body Image
Can we just talk about the Young Author situation? Does your school hold these competitions? Students in elementary grades are invited to write an original piece and submit it for review and possible first place status in the grade level of each student. My daughter loves to create stories, so we sat down together and… Read More Young Author Revelations
When you are single, loneliness is inevitable. The fear of having nothing to do on a Saturday night is anxiety producing. I remember those days. I filled them with friends or work so I didn’t have to sit alone with my thoughts. On my wedding day, I assumed that the promise of, “to have and… Read More The Lonely Side Of Marriage
