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
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.
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.
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
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.
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.
Sobering, yet exciting. Awful, yet awesome. Overflowing with regret, yet bursting with anticipation. Every year, during Holy Week, I wrestle with these dichotomies as the days tick down to my single favorite holiday of them all–Easter. Christmas is welcomed after endless months of planning, and running, and wrapping. Thanksgiving comes after days of cooking and baking. … More The Promise.
Pencils without erasers. They are my pet peeve. No less than 30 times in any given school year (okay, maybe 30 is a slight exaggeration…) I load my 3 homeschoolers into our van and off to Target we go. This mid-schoolday trip forces us to endure the side-eye glances of curious shoppers that seem to ask … More Writing Your Masterpiece
What is your definition of “success?” Is it a tied to bank statements or retirement accounts? Is it linked to the achievement of certain career goals? Or, if you have multiple children under the age of 5, is it simply defined as whether or not you have enough time to get a shower AND wash … More Just One
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 anchored life: 