Photo Credit: Angie McMonigal Photography “Some of us have great stories, pretty stories that take place at lakes with boats and friends and noodle salad.” — “As Good As It Gets” “Life is hard sometimes, yea?” my friend wrote in a text last week. “Very hard,” I wrote back. We…
“And did you get what you wanted from this life, even so? I did. And what did you want? To call myself beloved, to feel myself beloved on the earth.” — Raymond Carver, A New Path to the Waterfall I’m a little scared to write today, afraid of what might come…
Though the weather here in the Midwest indicates otherwise, we are firmly entrenched in Spring. It is now mid-May. Or maybe even late-May depending on your definition. How is that possible? Wasn’t I just writing 2014 on my checks? Wasn’t there just snow on the ground? And weren’t we all…
Last night, Teddy announced that he had made me a really awesome card for Valentine’s Day. “At school,” he clarified. “I made a really awesome Valentine’s Day card for you at school.” “You did?” I said. “That’s great. Way to plan ahead.” “Oh wait,” he said, beaming. “Mudder’s Day. I…
We all know that Monday mornings are hard. Mondays are about gritting our teeth and showing up. But you know what comes in a close second to Monday mornings? Thursday nights. Come Thursday night, I’m in hang-onto-your-hat, anything-goes survival mode. Exhausted from a busy day and a full week, our…
We are selling our house today. This is nothing earth-shattering about this. Houses are bought and sold every day. What makes this sale even less momentous is that we don’t even live there. It isn’t our home and it hasn’t been for the past six years. When we moved to…