Pirate Mom
I wasn’t raised to swashbuckle. When I birthed two boys, it did not take long for me to realize I was going to have to learn how to do so. As they dove off of staircases, thinking they could fly like...
View ArticleNo packaging. No cookie cutters. Just us.
Heady talk in my house of late. Goals, life journeys, achievement, happiness, work ethic, flow. My youngest is at that age, the one where we expect a man child to make life-altering decisions about his...
View ArticleTree of life
It wasn’t supposed to grow this big. Before my youngest was born, we added on to our home to provide the space we needed as our family grew. We planted what was supposed to be a small to middlin’...
View ArticleThe time between breaths
"I feel like I took a deep breath in 10 years ago and I'm only just now exhaling."
View ArticleBlink and it’s gone
At the crack of dawn, I was already driving home from the airport, wiping big mama tears from my cheeks. My eldest was headed back to Texas, his fireman gear packed efficiently per his norm. Military...
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