I'm finally getting an opportunity to visit my daughter in her adopted state, and am headed out soon on a long road trip. Driving from Florida to North Caroline, in one day, is not something to attempt unprepared. Granted, there are three licensed drivers in our car, so dividing up the trip into three, four-hour … Continue reading Survival kit
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I grew up in East Tennessee, where I lived near the foothills of the Great Smoky Mountains... literally the closest place to heaven on earth. Living now in Florida, where the highest point in the entire state is only 345 feet above sea level, saying I miss the mountains is an understatement. Whenever I get … Continue reading Home
Do they have an app for that?
I have a horrible memory. It doesn't matter if I try to remember events from my childhood, or high school, even college or two weeks ago. What I think I remember may not be an actual memory. I might be remembering family stories or making up my own from old photos. When I was very … Continue reading Do they have an app for that?
Driving since midnight
The impromptu picnic was his idea, a rare moment alone with her dad. He spread a blanket under "their" tree overlooking the river. Her favorite sandwiches, peanut butter and dill pickles, were packed along with thermoses of Hawaiian Punch and Sprite. "I don't understand," her voice cracked. Fighting against her tears, she was shocked to … Continue reading Driving since midnight
Sleepless nights
It's been a while since I've had a baby in my house, but I remember the seemingly endless nights of near terminal sleep deprivation. The crying and wailing, kicking and screaming, and the babies were really loud too. I remember getting, maybe, two hours of undisturbed sleep. Of not being able to truly relax, listening … Continue reading Sleepless nights
That phone call
Sweet Mother of God! I adore my children, but heaven help me, some days I don't like them very much. Answer the phone! Mom? Everything I did as a teen? I'M. SO. SORRY. The Trifextra Challenge this weekend is to write anything, in whichever form, that is exactly 33 words, including the word "mother."
