my dearest mother: the houdini of laundry…
Memories about my dearest mother… My sweet mother is a struggling magician of sorts. For the past 30 years she’s been trying to perfect the art of laundry and the mystery of how to clean clothes. It’s an illusion of sorts to think that she can keep white socks...
spam, sin, and shut down…
A couple days ago my blog went down. Okay, okay, I know global warming is ruining our environment, our nation is in a recession, and the cast from Jersey Shore are busy making our country look bad, but to me the last thing I needed was to get an email from my web...
being present…
She’s from the Midwest, pronounces the letter o like it’s a capital O, and makes a killer meatloaf. My mother-in-law is in town from MinnesOta and she makes it a point every night to gather us around the kitchen table to play a board game or talk about the...
rip tides…
I was a lifeguard six summers straight. Maybe it was my affinity for watching Baywatch, or saving lives, or cute, red one piece bathing suits that made me want to guard, but I was more like Hobie from Baywatch than Pam Anderson or David Hasselhoff. I ended up...
book reviews…
Maybe I have obsessive compulsive disorder [read: I do have obsessive compulsive disorder], but I read multiple books at once. I look at it like a meal: some protein, some carbs, and some sugar [because really, Sugar Busters was the in diet of the 90s, but who besides...
I’m a writer and teacher in love with two men: Jesus and my husband, Matt. [You might not find this funny, but I laugh at myself, so it all balances out.]
