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.

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.

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.

Doing Our Best

Yesterday, just as the sun was coming up, a wide-eyed, curious little boy showed up at my bedside with an armful of books about pirates. He was wearing Big Bird pajamas and had a pirate hat on. His Peter Pan dagger was skillfully tucked under his armpit. As I rubbed my eyes and slowly opened … More Doing Our Best

Difference Maker

He burst through the front door, slightly out of breath and grinning from ear to ear.   He had run all the way home and couldn’t get the words out fast enough:  “Mommy!  Mommy! Guess what?!  You’re not gonna BELIEVE this.  You know my friend AJ?  The one I was climbing the tree with? Well, … More Difference Maker