Happy Talk Like a Pirate Day - Sept. 19, 2011 Now and then we had a hope that if we lived and were good, God would permit us to be pirates ~ Mark Twain
Tag: children
Family table
From an early age our son has been a 'collector.' On any given day, especially when joining me while running errands, I would have to pat him down, removing bits and pieces of debris from his pockets that he had found in parking lots, grocery store aisles, beneath clothing racks. When I'd break down and … Continue reading Family table
Six feet under
Like bogus notes excusing him from P.E. in high school, forging his mother’s signature on enlistment papers was simple. When he left, taking little more than a change of clothes and all the money he saved that summer, everyone believed he ran away and was up to no good. Months later, watching news coverage of … Continue reading Six feet under
Ya’ll gon’ make me
If you ask my son, I can look a fool simply walking down the hallway. Factor in my terminally lame white girl dancing, it’s enough to put him into sugar shock. Oh, and the horrors of my singing. Easiest way for me to keep him from listening to music I don’t like, especially when we … Continue reading Ya’ll gon’ make me
Chapter Two: moving out
A little over 22 years ago we brought her home. Tomorrow we'll load her car and her dad's truck with all her possessions and she'll move out on her own ~ 652 miles, 11 hours, and four states away. There is nothing more I can say about that... Submitted as part of Shell's "Pour Your … Continue reading Chapter Two: moving out
Daddy’s girl
If there was ever a Daddy's Girl, it would be my daughter. Going into it, I knew that my husband would be a good father. He turned out to be a great father, even if his baby girl has him wrapped around her little finger. From day one he was a hands-on dad. He wanted to … Continue reading Daddy’s girl
Thin spiral notebook 