shaken and stirred
The first prompt on the Writers’ Workshop list this week read: *The Police said it best when they said, “Every breath you take/And every move you make/Every bond you break, every step you take/I’ll be watching you”. Write about a time you believed someone was watching you.* Um. But what if they WERE watching me? [Read On]
I love my daughter. LOVE. HER. Not just because I’m supposed to. She is quirky. She is charming. She is determined. When she smiles, she lights up the room. She knows what she wants. She has an amazing imagination, and I am delighted to listen to her tales of her imaginary friends. (The posse grows [Read On]
It was only the second day of Lent, and I fell off of the sacrificial wagon already. I was working my way through the farmer’s market last Thursday, putting together the evening meal and thought “I need some good crusty bread”. Never mind that I gave up bread for Lent. The sauce that goes on [Read On]
There are so many things in parenthood that you are never really prepared for, especially as a mother. One recent conversation that Boo had with the Hubs was really heartbreaking….and a little funny. It seemed like something was bothering him. He finally confessed to the Hubs that, earlier that day when changing after school swimming [Read On]
