The Difference Between Quitting and Walking Away

He exhaled loudly and fidgeted in the seat next to me.  Out of the corner of my eye I could tell that he was nervous.  “It’s going to be ok, you know?”  I said softly.  He looked at me and smiled.  “Yeah.  I know,” he agreed. “It’s just….I’ve…..never done anything like this before.  I’ve never … More The Difference Between Quitting and Walking Away

Emergency Contacts.

It’s that time of year again. Days filled with lists and ads and endless hours of shopping.  The time when we run from store to store getting all the supplies and get cramps in our hands from all the check-writing.  Workbook fees, athletic fees, class dues, and yearbook fees all come due at the exact … More Emergency Contacts.

Seeking Comfort.

I was just on the verge of sleep when I heard the door creak.  Tiny footsteps slowly tiptoe toward my bed.  Climbing onto the trunk at the foot of the bed, she stealthily made her way–one knee at at time–up toward the pillows.  I lay there silent; listening….as she rustles the covers attempting to cocoon … More Seeking Comfort.

Merry Monday Mayhem

Typically I’m not a fan of Mondays.  I don’t blog on Mondays because Mondays make my brain hurt.  Mondays in the Crabb Shack can be best described in one word: Mayhem. Take today, for example.  After breakfast we went to the grocery store.  Came home, unpacked groceries, threw dinner-type things in the crock pot, and … More Merry Monday Mayhem

On Change.

Once upon a time I thought I’d be a world traveller.  I’d join the Peace Corps or spend my  life on the mission field.  I’d build schools and teach in them.  I’d learn languages and cultures and all about the people.  I’d teach them and they’d teach me about their customs and traditions and what … More On Change.

Sing.

Perhaps you saw me that day?  I was the lady with my head down–staring at my phone–trying not to be recognized as “their mom.”  Yeah.  Those were my kids in the bathroom.  They were the ones belting out the song from Moana because apparently the acoustics provided by Costco’s facilities are exactly perfect for a … More Sing.

Bloom.

One day, we went walking through a 550-year old lava field….. What?  You never started a sentence like that?   Well, neither did I; until just last week, that is.  Last week we did something we never, ever do: We took our kids on vacation. To most of you this may mean nothing at all. … More Bloom.

My purpose (?)

Change is beckoning.  Calling to me from around the corner–blinking like a blue-light special at the Kmart we frequented when I was a child. As a military wife of almost 17 years my purpose has been easy–be “the constant.” In a life that changes with every TDY, PCS, job title, and promotion I have always … More My purpose (?)

Mini-Me.

She is the one who resembles me the most.  She’s a bookworm who loves to read and she carries her journal everywhere we go in case she gets a good idea for the story she’s writing.  She’s sensitive, but outspoken; feisty, melodramatic, adventurous, and loves a good laugh.  She mimics my facial expressions when she talks … More Mini-Me.

Nathan’s Diner

Anyone who knows my Nate knows he’s always thinking about something.  His wonderful brain never stops planning, pondering, or picturing his next “thing.”  For weeks he’s been following me around the kitchen; scribbling ingredients on a piece of notebook paper and making them read like recipes. Monday morning, his alarm went off at 6:30am.  He … More Nathan’s Diner