I would love to travel the world and see places I’ve read about, but it’s not a burning desire that won’t leave me alone. At least not right now. But there are a few places – no, people and places – I would like to go see: The Farm: This is a picture I want to one day have my own picture of, with me in that chair. It’s at a place...

Three years ago, I wrote about the value of a high school diploma. On this morning of Second Son's high school graduation, I'm proud to say he was one of the students who decided to flip the bird at me and cross over to the other side of the room.

Every so often, I get a hankerin’ to read something just for the joy of reading. When I was young, I read so much, I often got told to “put that book down and go outside and play!” Today, it’s a little easier for me what with all the great blogs being written – I don’t have to go to the library or Barnes & Noble to read...

For those of you less fortunate than I to have the honor and privilege of living in the presence of Second Son, this post is my gift to you. Upon inspecting his gorgeousness (which he does with growing frequency), he announced while looking in the magnifying side of the mirror, “Wow – I’m even sexier when my face is big!” followed by,...

For the 11 years, 3 months and 9 days we have lived in this house, we’ve had a problem that is GOING AWAY TOMORROW!!!We have been unable to open any of our windows. They are old and have been painted a hundred thousand times (plus two more times since I’ve owned them) and I’ve actually cracked two of them trying to pry them open. Now, at first...

That’s right…it’s a P-A-R-T-A-A-A-Y!!!! We be back online, baby!! And yes, there’s a funny story to go along with it (there usually is with a crew of goofballs like us!) Ok, here’s what happened… Second Son and I were sprawled out in the living room watching “The Guardian” and Oldest Son had just come in from his...

One year ago today, I moved back home with my two younger children, single again for the 4th time in my adult life. Happy to be rid of the drama that was my life, though it turns out it was just the beginning of the end of the drama. I want to cry – to bawl my face off – but I’m not sure why. I can’t tell if it’s the unmitigated joy I...

Any of you out there who enjoy Bill Gaither’s music will recognize that title. What’s it got to do with this post? Well…lots for me…we’ll see if I can articulate anything intelligible for you. I spent my growing up years singing in the children’s, then the chancel choir in church. Mom was the church organist, and also L-O-V-E-D...