This is Maxx, not Maxine, not Max, just Maxx. We had the name (think ‘How the Grinch Stole Christmas’), before we had the dog. Maxx is our alpha female. She is pushing 15, which for a Labrador is OLD. She’s actually a Lab/Chow mix, with more of a chow head shape and coarse coat. True story: when … Continue reading Maxx: alpha dog
Tag: childhood memories
Mom guilt
This weekend I'm attending a Mother/Daughter Brunch hosted by my daughter's sorority. It's one of the last events planned before graduation at the end of this month. These past four years simply blew by. It truly feels like she was only leaving high school last spring. I wrote this post shortly after she moved into … Continue reading Mom guilt
April Fools: Doxie Duty
One particular afternoon, my brother and I ~ ages around 7 and 6 ~ were in the living room watching TV when we heard our dad yelling from somewhere near the front of the house. “Who’s supposed to clean up after these damn dogs?” My brother and I to this day have never learned to work together well. … Continue reading April Fools: Doxie Duty
Swing time
Skinned knees and dirty hands, Chocolate mustaches and powdered sugar smiles. Mornings snuggled under blankets, giggling at silly jokes. Afternoons sneaking cookie dough, Nights spent lost in storybooks. Legs pumping, squeals of laughter echoing, Faces turned toward the sun, wind swirling, hair spinning. "Higher mommy, higher!" "Hold tight" Swinging away and toward my heart. Days … Continue reading Swing time
Graffiti Wisdom – fire and brimstone
During my childhood, part of my religious indoctrination included what punishment I would endure if I didn’t embrace, and properly execute, the tenets of my familial faith ~ if I didn’t receive Jesus Christ as my Savior, I would burn in hell for eternity. That this one decision, to believe or not believe, would determine … Continue reading Graffiti Wisdom – fire and brimstone
Fine motor skills
“...engages in inappropriate behavior. Disrupting lessons and distracting other students...” The rest of her tirade began to sound like the teacher in the Snoopy cartoons... wha, wha, whawha... I’m so tired of attending IEP sessions only to hear a litany of offenses and no constructive plan to actually help him. Just once, tell me something … Continue reading Fine motor skills
Thin spiral notebook 