A Chipmunk’s Burial

We recently visited a local cemetery to decorate a family grave-site on Memorial Day. My nine-year-old daughter and seven-year-old son eventually went off with great-grandpa to help him walk his little terrier dog and explore the grounds. Apparently, the dog found a chipmunk, chased it, and killed it. They told me my daughter helped bury … Continue reading A Chipmunk’s Burial

Birth Stories: A Mother’s Day Post

I found myself once again at a party, exchanging birth stories with other women. So many of them gave touching, emotional tales about how they felt when their babies finally came into the world. They recounted weeping tears of joy and relief while feeling a flood of maternal love wash over them. My own mother … Continue reading Birth Stories: A Mother’s Day Post

Doing Dishes

You have not done dishes until you have completed them with a toddler hugging your legs, causing your pants/shorts/skirt to inch uncomfortably and immodestly down, your shirt sleeves falling into the water, while the phone rings, and your older children are bouncing off the walls until they get hurt and cry.

Mommy’s Snack Time

My oldest was four or five when I dubbed her, "the bloodhound". It had been one of those days in which I hadn't eaten or gone to the bathroom since something like 9pm the night before, and here it was, three in the afternoon. I had done the cooking, the cleaning, the singing, the teaching, … Continue reading Mommy’s Snack Time