At our inaugural Sew Day I darned and hemmed, and altered Mr. Bennet’s dress pants. (I won’t say which way I took them.) Mom and I shared the comfortable confidences that women have long shared over needles and thread. (I’ll remind you here that I refused to learn to sew when I had the chance [...]
Soup is as forgiving, if not as forgetful, as a little child. Once, after a hard day — trust me, it was a terrible, horrible, no good, very bad day — I completely forgot myself and slapped Susan on the mouth mid-scream. She screamed louder (yep, that worked really well) and then threw herself into [...]
I’ve just realized that there is a chasm-like disconnect between what I like to do and what makes me happy. I know, shouldn’t have taken me thirty years to figure this out, but, they say knowing is half the battle. Or is that admitting? What’s Step One?
And why do I feel like the guy on [...]
Don’t worry. I don’t use endearments like ‘muffin’ or ‘cupcake’ for the people I live with. Though it is pretty irresistible when Susan is kind enough to inform me, while I change Spot’s diaper for the second time in 10 minutes, that We don’t eat poop. We eat corn.
Or when Sally talks Susan into taking [...]
I love to-do lists. Goals, plans, schedules. My running buddy and I plan to exercise every weekday at the same time. I say I’ll start the dishwasher every night and shine my sink (thanks FlyLady). We go to school and church and dance class like clockwork.
Before each school year, I map out our day in [...]
Spot likes to fold her arms for prayer now. For about three seconds. She’ll do it over and over during a prayer, in between walking around (if we’re kneeling) or eating her food and grunting (if she’s strapped in at the table).
Don’t ask how I know what she’s doing. I have my eyes closed and [...]