We often talk of life turning on a dime or about unexpected calamities that we are unable to peel our thoughts away from. The truth is, I suppose, that life can turn on a dime and point to something amazing just as easily.
Author: Jyl Barlow
Mantras for Miles
“I don’t have time to sit around and wonder what people that don’t love me think about me. Who does that?” (Ashley Miles Greig)
The College Try? Never Heard of It.
As written for Grown and Flown, a terrific resource for parents to discover just how normal their teens actually are. Well, we’re only one week into summer break and, already, I’m over it. Not the whole thing, but definitely the part where I (again) live with a seventeen-year-old who (again) I really do love very, … Continue reading The College Try? Never Heard of It.
Lip Service
Perhaps my coping method was to focus on my lips rather than on the completion of full, intelligent sentences in response to questions that I actually supplied.
Managing Our Marriage with Acronyms.
If you ask for relationship tips from either my husband or me, there is a high chance it will involve an acronym. And it's not even WTF.
An Ode to Father’s Day: Dadisms
Fathers are often the Ying to our mothering Yang, a much-needed variant that keeps our homes functioning by offering an essential, more palatable opposite side of the parenting coin.
Furnace Yoga and the Year of “Yes.”
I smell like a goat. Or maybe smelling like a goat would be an upgrade. I smell more like a goat if it was eaten by a horse and then shit out days later, spread across a pig pasture, rolled in for weeks, and then deposited on the floor of a barn during a heatwave.
A Recipe for Memories
For me, it is not the food but the hug that I will miss the most. Walt towered over me so when greeted, it was enveloping, instantly muffling my ears so that I could barely hear him ask, “How have you been?” I’ve been alright, Chef, but I sure wish I’d had a chance to see you one last time.
Mother’s Day Review
Preamble: I did get a late start on this blog, so apologies for any unseen typos. I got a late start because I had to empty the dishwasher. More on that later. I’m almost positive that last year I pledged in this very forum to switch up Mother’s Day this year. Or maybe the forgotten … Continue reading Mother’s Day Review
Junior Prom: A Note to My Son
Well, we’re here. Junior Prom. How is that even possible? And is there any chance at all of prepping the child who is currently experiencing a case of the Terrible-Seventeens? Probably not, but I did give it a go.