I’m simmering homemade chicken soup on the stovetop. Okay, I should clarify. I’m not actually making chicken soup. I’m making soup for my chickens. There’s a difference. It’s brutally cold outside and although my feathered friends are nestled in a coop with cozy, fresh, dry straw and well protected from the elements, I still feel … More Not Worthy of Consumption
Today wasn’t a great day. It wasn’t the worst I’ve ever had. Not by a long shot. I’m low and droopy. But, I’m not drowning in depression or facing any life-altering revelations. Things are just off. It’s fine. It happens. I’ve toted this icky feeling around with me all day long. Now, I’ve tucked this … More Built to Last.
As we were leaving the house today my littlest said to me, “you look pretty MomMom!” I thought to myself… YES. I do look pretty! In that moment, I realized for the first time in weeks upon weeks (maybe even months) I actually considered my clothing choices, colors and accessories today. My hair wasn’t knotted … More MomMom Looks Pretty.
If you love crab grass, be sure to swing by my garden! We have the biggest crab grass ever! Seriously people, there’s no better crab grass anywhere! Ours is the best! So, I worked the garden like I was on a mission straight from God all through early spring and summer. Went on the most … More Crab Grass & Coffee
After 22 hours of dreadfully hard work our very first bundle of heavenly bliss was laid upon my chest. For the first time in my life on June 14, 2001, I felt the weight of the world in my arms. … More Family is Home.
“Your hands have changed.” This was the observation made by my 13-year-old daughter tonight as she sat across from me at the kitchen bar while I cooked dinner. “They still look like yours,” she explained. “They’ve just changed over the years.” I couldn’t help but smile. We’ve come to find amusement in this sort of … More My Mother’s Hands
So let’s talk about the UNinteresting for a moment. I consider the vast majority of my life happenings to be rather uninteresting. It’s a lot of paying bills, cleaning up messes, doing laundry, cooking, playing chauffeur to the children and trying to figure out my teenager’s agendas. You know, the norm. It’s basically uninteresting. It’s … More I’ll take the Uninteresting, please.