THE STUFFING: Truth, Tradition, Carbs
THE STUFFING: Truth, Tradition, Carbs Its increase is legend. It can be too dry… worse still, too moist. It can go in the bird, however, if no caution is taken this method can quickly ruin every Thanksgiving from now until forever. You only have to get Salmonella at one Thanksgiving Day feast to #neverforget. This…
The Gathering: The Brawl of Believing
Friday, after one of the liveliest and fun speaking events I have done in my short career, I drove the 3 ½ hours from Dallas back to our ranch in silence. I didn’t stop to powder my nose. I didn’t stop for fuel. I didn’t stop for coffee, cinnamon gum, or lunch. I didn’t rap…
The Breast Feeding Offense…
I was recently asked my opinion on openly breastfeeding in public. It fascinates me this is an issue with the current fashion trends. I am actually surprised anyone could take offense to a baby being nourished in the mall when a half-naked 15-year-old is standing in line at the cookie factory. I am no more…
Fear Fighting!!!
If you have read my blog more than once, it has been well established I operate with a healthy dose of fear. I am afraid. Flying, spiders, crunchy bugs, egg salad, heights, closed spaces, wide open spaces, stomach viruses – these are just a few of the things I am afraid of… Yet fear is…
Do Not Disturb
I may need a Do Not Disturb sign to hang over my face. I live in constant disruption. The world expects me to function at a higher level of cognizance. I have the academic accolades, career potential, and “a way with words.” Still, this morning I got into a fight with our two-year-old son over…
To My Children: Fail Well
I have been here the whole time. I have watched you at your best. I have witnessed you at your worst. I love you at your best. I adore you at your worst. What is it about this society? Why is the bar always exactly the same? It is so mind-numbing, so cliché. To my…
Dear Exhausted Momma,
Somewhere in the fog, I knew I was snoring. Somewhere in the mercy of the unconscious, I knew it was not appropriate. Somewhere in the bliss of desperately welcomed sleep, my mind argued with my body to stop it. My body won. I felt warm hands on my cheeks and heard my name from an…
All Da Power!
Our two and four-year-old sons, Charlie and Sam, aka the vandals, love to play games on the iPad. However, they are more obsessed with the “power” than the actual games. They can’t relax and enjoy playing the games because they want, “ALL DA POWER!” They revel in the battery image when it indicates full. Full…
BIG NEWS! The Easy Wife and #codenamecharlie
God Forgot… Day 31 of Write 31 Days Stuff I Wish You’d Quit Saying: God Forgot No, He didn’t. He heard. He hears. The bottom line is, He moves how He moves and He saves how He saves. We cannot “make” Him do anything. Although, I have wasted the better part of 40 years trying…
Are You His Real Mom?
Day 30 Write 31 Days Stuff I Wish You’d Quit Saying: Are you His Real Mom? On October 31, tomorrow at 1:00 we will finalize the adoption of our long-term foster placement, “Charlie.” Every foster to adopt story begins with a horrific tragedy. And while tomorrow will be a joyous occasion for our family, it…