a sure sign
I liked the sign a lot better when it was broken. A bit of an institution in our neighborhood, the sign stands along High Street near where we live and go to school, advertising a local mom-and-pop variety dry cleaners. Given that we take High Street nearly everywhere, my children and I regularly watch for their weekly wit and wisdom, spelled out in mis-matched plastic block letters changed with a big long pole and their grandson’s sturdy arms. “Ouch,” the sign read when it was hit a few months back, one of its most profound moments. And then the sign was silent. But the...
Read Morecatching up
Whew. Two weeks since I’ve last been here. So much for posting at least twice a week… Flexibility. That was my word for the day last time I posted. Turns out, it was prophetic, as the last two weeks got entirely swallowed up in the preparations for, execution of, and recovery from my daughter’s class trip (otherwise known as Four Days on The Junk Food Express). It remains a good word, as I try to bend over backwards writing for the blogs (building a platform), finishing the manuscript, and writing the formal proposal while juggling work, family time, kid’s...
Read Morea picture paints… (space camp gallery)
(I notice, on my screen, that some of the wide shots are overlapped–click on the shot to see the full picture.) Pictures
Read Moreinquiring minds want to know
Ironically enough, they both started asking at the same age. Don’t ask me how that happened–I’ve yet to understand it. Why my second grade daughter came home (more than once) from her conservative Christian school asking, “Momma, what is sex?” is still a bit of a mystery to me. Though seeing the precociousness of her class now, in sixth grade, I am less surprised they were already talking about sex on the playground at that age. Inaccurately, mind you, but discussing it in misguided detail, nonetheless. Interestingly enough, each of my children asked a...
Read Morethe tenacious ten: day 27
Packing for a week away is not easy under normal circumstances. Add any extraneous factors–say, a forecasted 20 degree variance in temperature over the next week combined with a fear of what one is going to look (and feel) like in shorts for the first time in, oh, six months–and, well, it gets downright anxiety-producing. For most people, an 80-some degree day in early April is a joyous thing. For someone uncomfortable and unhappy with their weight, however, it brings mixed emotions, many of them of the negative variety. Anxiety over what will fit and how well. Concern...
Read Moremore six word memoirs (a contest entry)
She Reads is offering a scholarship opportunity to She Speaks, as well. All entrants must tell their story in six words. As I’ve already played around with the six word memoir, this was right up my alley! Here are a few I whipped up today: Waiting for light to turn green. Words flow unbidden from unseen source. Picking up pen instead of fork. Music makes the heart grow fonder. Struggles to stay in the moment. Forty looks a lot younger, now. Wishing for bright blue September skies. Sincerely suspects kitten is demon possessed. And my personal favorite and official...
Read Morethe tenacious ten: day seventeen
In many ways the stomach is like a spoiled child, and a spoiled child does not need indulgence, but needs discipline. …You are to be the master of your stomach, not its slave. Richard Foster, Celebration of Discipline, pg 57 Does anyone else around here have a two-year-old for a stomach? Or am I the only one who’s stomach throws screaming, kicking, flailing fits in front of God and everyone for what it wants? Anyone?
Read Morefor the record…
…looking at Sugardaddy’s brownies is not helping the carbohydrate cravings. I’m just sayin’…
Read Morethe tenacious ten: day four
I wish someone would have reminded me that too much protein powder does not make one’s stomach happy. No reason. Day four was uneventful. The Kashi Go-Lean Crunch has stopped calling me, as it is no longer in the cupboard. It can’t call from within my stomach–I figured that was the safest bet for all involved. So I am free from that temptation. It was a tough sacrifice to have to eat it all before it drove me crazy. But sometimes you just gotta do whatcha gotta do. The Zone bars, on the other hand, are very quick and easy and have CHOCOLATE on them. They...
Read Morethe tenacious ten: day three
I’m pretty sure exercise isn’t supposed to make you cry. I’m just sayin’. Okay, so I didn’t cry. This time. But I wanted to. That and I wanted to throw up. Well, not that I wanted to throw up, but you know what I mean. Exercise and I have never quite become BFF’s. Oh, we’re friendly and all—don’t get me wrong. But believe me—I’d ditch working out in a heartbeat for reading a book or going out to dinner or even taking a hike, literally. The minute I get a better offer, all previous plans are considered null and void. So...
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