On a whim, I picked up a plastic kite for The Kid on my shopping trip to Kroger last Friday. It was my first in person trip to any store in several weeks and The Kid and I had begun to feel the quarantine crunch. If you had asked me in January whether both The … Continue reading
Lori is my oldest Dallas friend. I met her all the way back in 2008 when our dogs became best buddies at our apartment complex. She was single-momming it at the time and we quickly became part of a community in our complex that is unlike anything I’ve ever experienced, even to this day. When … Continue reading
Last week, I stopped by a liquor store to pick up some vodka for homemade vanilla that we’re making for Christmas gifts. I stood in front of the giant wall of clear liquid that (literally) all looks the same, completely flummoxed. I’m not sure the employee appreciated my question as to whether the “cheapie vodka” … Continue reading
(I know that this is supposed to be a not serious blog (as part of my joy as resistance efforts) and so I’m putting this in the uplifting category. I promise not to get too ranty (but if I do, then you can just give me a break cause I’m still practicing.)) My first non-profit … Continue reading
I am a creature of habit. Maybe more than anyone I know (except my oldest), I thrive in routine and structure. I love waking up and knowing what the day is going to be like. I do not like my feathers ruffled. That being said, The Baby has been in the hospital now for … Continue reading
Trampolines are fun I can float like a seagull Sometimes I piddle I am so tired Every day, all of the time Why can’t I sleep in? We went on a run We all walked most of the time My knee is swollen I repeat myself. I will tell the same story … Continue reading
Two years ago, today, Alex and I drove down to San Antonio to meet our son for the very first time. We ate lunch at a Panera, brushed our teeth in the parking lot of a convenient store, and then sat nervously in a crowd of parents in the cafeteria of The Kid’s 2nd grade … Continue reading
I don’t really like descriptive words that end in “y”, so I would never use the word ‘flirty’ to describe myself. Also, I’ve literally snot-bubbled in front of cool kids and trapped my acid farts in the car of a boy that I liked so…I would never use the word “flirty” to describe myself, even … Continue reading
(I wrote this last year but it never got posted last so I’m now sharing the saga and subsequent rescue out of the closet office.) I had a meeting a few weeks ago with my executive director (the big enchilada at our non-profit). It was about my office space at our satellite campus, where I just spend … Continue reading
Did you know that, in some countries, you are considered 1 year old when you are born? It’s true. Sometimes, refugee families come in to my work and they tell me that the child with the pacifier and the diaper who is barely verbal is three years old. So, then we have to get the … Continue reading
