June 2009

Words from the vault

• A Writer's Life?

  How much of my life should I reveal here? Where do I draw the line regarding what personal details or thoughts or doubts to include? Does leaving myself vulnerable make me naive? Negligent? Irresponsible? To myself? To others whose lives are inseparable from my own? But. How can I be authentic wi

• A lifetime away from it all

  Dan and I drove away in a thunderstorm. I was so nervous that I actually pulled out of the driveway and headed in the wrong direction. After a few minutes of listening to Dan begin the recap of his work day I realized my error and turned us around. 10 minutes later on the highway he took a call

• Just another day

  Every day is a new day, and yet the same in some way. Some often truly annoying way. Max wakes up at 6:00 or 6:30 or, these days, 5:30. He comes to our room, his arms full with his fuzzy blue blanket and his doggie. He crawls in our bed. He says "Wake UP!" a whole bunch of times. One of us struggles

• Take 7 Minutes Out of Your Day

  And watch this:

• Growing Pains

  Last night B woke up, twice, with leg cramps. This happens occasionally, and yesterday he was riding his scooter and showing me tricks for much of the afternoon. He wore out his little leg muscles and woke up in pain. As I rubbed his calf and listened to him whimper and hold his breath, I remembered

• Lasting Impressions

  I can't quite believe it is the final day here at Five for Ten. Excuse me if I run long today, my heart is full. Very full. My heart runneth over with worry and fear and joy and expression and memory on most days, but today it is filled with lasting amounts of honesty and love. Honest love. T

• My Husband is an Alien

  I came home all dressed up after taking my oldest son, Brevitt, to The Nutcracker Suite with tickets bought at an auction while I still had money in my pocket. “Hummada hummada you look beautiful”, my  husband, Wade, admiringly said and we lustfully stared into each other’s eyes. I felt our e

• Spring Again

  I am ready for Spring. I am ready for fresh and new and change and glee. Grass that greens under the soft, bare feet of my three boys. Sprinklers to chill us on the warm days and mist us on the hot ones. I am ready for bouncing through the air as if swept up with the breeze. I am ready to be unleash

• I think some kegels are in order

  I'm absolutely exhausted right now and there is no sane reason why I should even be attempting to post right now. (Lots of run-on sentences to follow). I have a compelling urge to give out a bit TOO MUCH INFORMATION: the Jumping Jacks required by Jillian Michaels in the 30-day Shred I attempted t

• Now's Your Chance to Love it Up

  My discovery of a treasure trove of correspondence, much between me and Sarah (tidbits here and here), led one of our most supportive readers to suggest that we all could write more love letters. And, Amber, you are right. I've been thinking about your comment for just about three months now.