I love living in a small town, if only for the entertainment value. Each Wednesday, the local paper delivers a free edition highlighting top stories from the past week, police blotters, school news, and community events. Each Wednesday I sit down with a cuppa tea to peruse these few pages of newsprint to find out … Continue reading Don’t let the neighbors see you…
Tag: family
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
Slow down, dammit!
I'm a yeller. When my kids were young and we were out in the front yard, I would yell at passing cars if I thought they were going too fast. I live on a Circle (the street is actually shaped more like a "U") and the posted speed limit is only 15mph. There was no … Continue reading Slow down, dammit!
Thriller… mother of the grad
Trying to coordinate a simple thing like arranging accommodations for guests of a college graduation is almost more trouble than it’s worth. All I needed to do was reserve three hotel rooms for in-laws and our family. The worrier that I am, I wanted to book the rooms six months ago, when we found out … Continue reading Thriller… mother of the grad
Daddy’s little girl
This all sounds petty I know, but understand, it was constant. The name calling, the endless barrage of insults. Finding fault in everything I did. I have a permanent flat spot from all the cuffs to the back of my head. From the outside, it looked like he was playing around. That I was being … Continue reading Daddy’s little girl