You know when your laundry goes in with a tissue in a pocket and everything comes out with a scrim of fuzz in every crease and fold? Or when you shovel your snow carefully to the sides of your driveway and it looks so pretty until it finally warms up, and then there’s the graying,...
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Category Archives: losing itI know I’m one of the only people in the world who still blogs, and the other one is the Pioneer Woman, so let’s just say I’m in good company. But I do try to get in more posts than this (hello, last week! How’ve you been?). Allow me to walk you through my life... I just saved and closed my manuscript after writing these words: FUNNY! CANT YOU WRITE SOMETHING FUNNY? WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU? YOU’RE FUNNY, REMEMBER? NOW PROVE IT. — I think here’s my problem. I’m trying to write like someone else. Not so the book sounds like someone else wrote it. (Not that I... I have a small amount of inexplicable guilt that today’s post has nothing to do with writing, and nothing to do with Christmas, and nothing even to do with Kid 4, who turns 7 tomorrow (I know – we’re giddy with anticipation, too). It’s just that I heard a song on the radio this morning,... Days like this I’m almost overwhelmed by how many people love me. Today, it’s the vacation rental adverts. They’re all over my blog comments. Husband said to me the other day, “Wow. Your blog is getting really popular.” I sort of looked at him with that “duh, huh?” questioning look on my face, and he... Once I had it. Then I lost it. Not forever, you know. But, temporarily lost it. Once I listened When they said, “Mom.mom.mom.mom.” Once I asked, “Can you tell me that again, so I really understand?” Once I wanted, really wanted to know about the day. The friends. The classes. The trauma-drama. The giggles. The... Sometimes things just pile up. We’re still on the Stupid Illness rollercoaster around here (Kid 1 might be embarrassed if I told you she passed out in school yesterday, so I just won’t tell you). And my shoulders are slumping under a whole lot of outside influence. Some of it out of my control. Other... You know when something horrible happens to someone you love, and you’ve maybe worried that something like this might happen? You thought, maybe this is on the cards? You hoped and wondered and prayed about her being strong and courageous and true? And then it happens, and even if (when) you’re the last one to... |


