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.
Latest Stories
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Why My Kids Read »
Every kid in my house is a constant reader…though four of them have, or have had at some time, a reading disability. They didn’t start out as readers…and it took some effort…but I did it. And it was strategically planned from my very first child. Bedtime in my house is strictly ritualistic. My kids need…
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Shopping For Kids »
I’ve done it again…found myself shopping for kids online. I don’t mean buying gifts for my current children; I mean actually shopping for kids. It’s true…I’m an adoption website addict. I’ve tried to stop, really I have. My husband has threatened to put a block on our internet to prevent inappropriate searches that include the…
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Moose Attack! »
Object in this photo is closer than it appears… I first noticed her in the distance, blending in to the swampy foliage with her thick brown fur. She moved through the forest nearly silent, long legs fluid beneath her, as my dad and I crunched loudly through the mossy undergrowth. We stopped. Figured we’d stand,…
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Remember When My Eye Fell Out? »
When Destini was six years old, her eye fell out. No, really. Okay, let me back up a bit. It was a Sunday evening and we were in town, parked at McDonalds. It was late, we were getting some food, and then heading home. Destini complained she didn’t feel well. Then she puked in the…
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Daddy, I Did Something Very Bad… »
Every father’s worst nightmare happened this morning when Destini walked into the living room, tears brimming, and said, “Daddy, I did something very bad.” Immediately, his thoughts go to the worst. Pregnancy…drugs…pregnancy… are the words that pretty much resonate off the insides of the brain of a parent upon hearing such a sentence. His insides…