My journal of big words and pretty pictures
“You can stop the crocodile tears. You know whining gets you nowhere with me.” I try to keep my voice even, not needing to share our conversation with my fellow cafe denizens. All I want is a quiet morning to just sit and sip my latte. “This is settled. I’m not arguing with you.” Holding … Continue reading Crocodile tears
There are three encouragements to surviving raising teenagers. The first is IT gets better. The second is it GETS better. And the third is it gets BETTER.
It's part of the tradition of being a parent to bequeath pearls of wisdom, bits and pieces of advice, passed from mother to child like cherished family histories, or a treasured necklace created bead by bead, one lifetime to another. Oft repeated until each generation can recite by rote, fingering a bead with every spoken … Continue reading Graffiti wisdom: yo mama says
Thin spiral notebook 