More than a decade ago this page was a crutch as I limped through parenting a lot of kids…and then one day I just stopped writing. I don’t remember why. Maybe I didn’t need it anymore. Or maybe life defeated me in ways I didn’t want to explain and so I just…didn’t.

To see what I’m writing now, click on my SUBSTACK. Follow along. Let’s see where this goes.

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  • From The Nest »

    From The Nest »

    “It’s odd,” I said to Destini this morning, “to watch your kids grow up and move on with their lives…I rarely hear from Heather anymore.”  “Well,” she said, “I probably won’t call every day when I move out either.” “WHAT?????!!!”   “Uhm….I mean….I’m sure I’ll live at home until you die of old age and there…

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  • If You Give A Kid A Camera… »

    If You Give A Kid A Camera… »

     Alaska, Alaskan, backwoods, photos Jun 042011 If you give a ten year old a camera…expect great things. Here’s what Anthony has been doing with his camera he received for Christmas.  Have fun! And the best part…16 seconds of video fame!!!

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  • Regrets »

    Regrets »

    She stood at the counter, baggy jeans hanging from thin hips, hooded sweatshirt tight across her swollen belly. A tight faced DMV worker on the other side of the counter stared at her.  A tiny girl clung to her leg. I took a number, hoisted baby Destini onto my lap and sat in the row…

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  • Dear Alaska Tourist »

    Dear Alaska Tourist »

    Welcome to Alaska!  I’m so glad you were able to drive all this way in your motor home to enjoy this fabulous state.  We love it here and hope you do also.  It doesn’t bother me at all to be behind your motor home.  Especially when you slow way down so you don’t miss anything. …

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  • Waking To OCD »

    Waking To OCD »

    I woke this morning to the sound of the clothes dryer flopping a belt around and round.  Rolled over.  5:26 a.m.  What the….I stuck my head out the bedroom door to find Mya folding laundry on the couch. “It’s five in the frickin’ morning…what the heck are you doing?” “Laundry,” she said, as if it…

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