This is a story about a lizard. Yesterday afternoon I dropped my 7th Grader off at her piano lesson at the local music academy. Less than five minutes later, as I was pulling out onto the busy parkway, my phone rang and I answered to hear her saying in an urgent, hushed tone: Her: Momma….
I love to travel, but I always struggle with re-entry on the other side of the trip. Since we moved in June, this is even more of an issue now because coming “home” feels strange. Where even is home exactly? Over the holiday weekend we went to the beach for the first time in quite…
Our girls are ages 14, 12, and 9. So, if you’ve spent much time with girls of those ages you can imagine that at any given time there is a lot of emotional energy flowing through our home. On two evenings this week, just as my husband stepped into the house, I’ve said: “That’s it….
I’ve only visited my dad’s grave a handful of times. I don’t like cemeteries or the feelings they conjure up. But this fall I find myself driving by the one he is buried in on the other side of town once a week to take my middle daughter to piano lessons. A few weeks ago…