Despite my kid swimming all day long, his feet were still disgusting at bed time- the shiny dirt ground in deep. But his teeth were clean, and, even more importantly, he had an awesome, active day and happily crashed into sleep before the sun went down. Why is the dirt on the bottoms of one’s… Continue reading For the Love of Dirty, Summer Feet
Growing up and out of things is funny and maybe even a little sad. The days pass without the recognition of any significant change until something casual shared like, “Hey, Mom, Greta and I were talking and these are the only tub toys we need to keep.” Oh, ok. Cool. So the remaining seven dwarfs,… Continue reading The Last of the Tub Toys
The end of the school year always leaves me feeling a little like these tulips down the street. August and September, the bulbs are buried deep within the earth, a spring’s worth potential months away. In full bloom, they are everything, bold and bright, tall and strong. But it’s June now; the petals are… Continue reading An End of Year Anthem for Teachers
I had to ask permission from my dad to share any information about his journey to recovery as an alcoholic. He generally keeps this part of his private life with the exception of his AA community, in which he is very passionate. When I asked permission via text message– because I wanted him to be… Continue reading Honoring My Parents’ 50th Anniversary with “More” Words of Encouragement for Those In Recovery and the Partners Who Love Them
Being a writer- wife- teacher- mom is hard work. Being married to one is maybe even harder. One never knows what one might say or do around her that is then plucked from oblivion and stuck in her blog. It’s not like she is eavesdropping exactly, but that’s what it feels like at times. In… Continue reading Christopher and Dana Reeve Foundation, May 20, 2019: “Keeping Time and Pace”
“Mom, you are beautiful, but check out your stripes in this picture.” My daughter is on the verge of 8, and we are on a double decker bus in London heading somewhere; she is examining the morning’s photos she has taken with my phone. Stripes? I’m confused until I glance down at the screen to… Continue reading When Mothers Earn Our “Stripes”
The children and I traveled to London on Good Friday to spend spring break with my husband’s sister Auntie Allison and our brother in law Uncle Brian; Geoff joined us on Easter Sunday. He took a plane from Bozeman, Montana, to Denver, Colorado, to Boston, Massachusetts, and finally to London, England where he then took a long,… Continue reading The Christopher and Dana Reeve Foundation Blog: April 30, “Spring in London: Where Cobblestone, Badminton, and Daddy Reign Supreme”
