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Tag Archives: Family
From the Window I Spied…
Husband standing, waiting a small blue backpack with an orange shark print motif dangled from one hand. Barely in view, crouched down in the middle of our driveway was Carter examining what was left of our snow – tire crushed, … Continue reading
My List of Thankful
This Thanksgiving we (myself, Husband, the two boys, and our two dogs) will be heading up to my parents house. I have quite a bit of anxiety over this due to the rapid progression of my dad’s Alzheimer’s. I would … Continue reading
My WordPress Therapy – Session One
Yesterday I was reduced to gut wrenching sobs and mindless pacing in the back corner of our local Office Depot. I was planning to make a quick trip to pick up colored laser printer paper while both boys were at school. … Continue reading
Posted in My WordPress Therapy Couch
Tagged Alzheimer's, Because real therapy is expensive, Family
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A Brief Interruption in Blogging
I may not be blogging much for the next week so please feel free to go about your normal business until I return. My mother in law is arriving from Tucson this evening for a week long stay. My MIL is wonderful and … Continue reading
Posted in Blogging/Writing
Tagged Blogging/Writing, Family, Mother-in-law, Practice Thanksgiving
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The Little Things are Sometimes Not so Little
One of the many reasons I enjoy writing this blog is that it allows me time to think over the days events; to pick out the little things. It seem that those are the ones most worth writing about, worth remembering. The little things. Things … Continue reading
Ode to Alone
Alone mamma? In the singular Mamma! quiet as can be. Mamma, where are you!?! I think that I almost forgot the sound made by a ticking clock. Being a stay at home mom to two rowdy boys ages five and three means that, while … Continue reading
Women Only
I have known my friend Amy since Husband and I moved to this small town on the water seven years ago. When she moved here her son was one year old. Her husband was a stay at home dad and … Continue reading
