Yesterday was my oldest daughter’s birthday. Twenty-one. It does not seem possible.

It seems like yesterday that she came into the world feet first.

It seems like yesterday that she looked at me with those blue eyes and smiled because she knew I was “Mom”.

It seems like yesterday that we sat on the couch and read Marvin K. Mooney, Will You Please Go Now?

It seems like yesterday that she slipped on the floor and cracked her nose.

It seems like yesterday that she peddled her bike without the training wheels for the first time.

It seems like yesterday that she said “I’m running away!”, packed her bags, and walked to the neighbor’s yard because she had no where to go.

It seems like yesterday that she won the DARE essay contest.

It seems like yesterday that she got her braces on and cried.

It seems like yesterday that she ran wild through the fields on Chex, her horse.

It seems like yesterday that we dressed in black and tee-peed Wendy’s house.

It seems like yesterday that she got her first grown-up hair cut.

It seems like yesterday that she hit three deer while driving my Hyundai.

It seems like yesterday that she walked across the stage and received her diploma.

It seems like yesterday that I wondered what kind of a woman she would become.

It was yesterday when I realized what a beautiful woman she has become.


One of Those Mornings…

Posted: March 17, 2011 in Uncategorized

ZZZZZZHHHHHHHHHHHHH…What is that noise, I thought to myself? It needs to stop. So I walked from room to room turning off all the radios. But that noise just wouldn’t stop.

ZZZZZZHHHHHHHHHHHHH…It seemed to grow louder. So I went around to every room again and turned off every radio again. But the noise wouldn’t stop.

Panicking, I ran from room to room. That noise needs to stop.

But, it grew louder and louder…ZZZZZZHHHHHHHH….In desperation, I began to pull the plugs from the walls as I ran from room to room. But the noise would not stop.

Turning over on my side, I looked at the clock radio.

6:35 a.m.


Late for work.

Those are the mornings you just know you should roll over and stay in bed.

Chicken Nuggets

Posted: March 15, 2011 in Uncategorized

Today in class, my students were writing metaphors. One of my girls wrote

He is a hot chicken nugget.

What a great line.

Where has time gone? It seems like only a few years ago that Chuck Norris was Walker, Texas Ranger.And Farrah Faucet was an angel. And Michael Jackson was in the news for hanging his son over a balcony at the crowd below.

Where has the time gone? I look in the mirror and am reminded that time is moving on. I am not 21 any more. My oldest daughter will be 21 next week.

Whenever I see an old co-worker, I am reminded of how long I have been teaching–ten years. It seems like five.

I am reminded today that time passes quickly. It’s  time to slow down. To savor the moments. To share more of myself with those I love.

Small Things That Mean Alot

Posted: March 10, 2011 in Uncategorized


It’s the…

…simple prayer said before dinner.

…candles he lights throughout the house.

…”SMILE” he puts at the end of each text.

…arm he puts around me as we fall asleep.

…wink over a glass of wine as he toasts, “To you”.

…story he reads to Livvy as she sits on his lap.

…surprise visits throughout the week.

…chuckles we share as his snoring wakes him on the couch.

…quiet gentless of a loving father–even when the child is not his own.

…apple slices he places on the rims of the glasses containing homemade juice.

…interest he takes in sharing my day.

…way he walks.

…strength to be both masculine and sensitive at the same time.

…sharing of brownie mix as we lick the bowl.

…quoting of a Garth Brooks’ song

…humbleness in being able to say “I’m sorry”.

Sharing the Love

Posted: March 8, 2011 in Uncategorized

The sun was so bright and warm last Sunday. A reminder that spring really is on the way. A reminder that it is almost time to plant spring flowers and vegetable gardens.

So, as Livvy and I were perusing the aisles at Family Dollar on Sunday, she begged and pleaded for me to buy seed packets as we walked down the aisle displaying gardening items. Laughing at her enthusiasm, I agreed that we should plant an early garden.

We placed a large planter on the deck and filled it with organically fortified dirt. Livvy dug holes in the dirt with her fingers and very carefully placed the tiny lettuce and beet seeds in the dirt. Gingerly, she covered the seeds and patted down the dirt. Feeling the dirt between my fingers and smelling the freshness of it was intoxicating. I could tell Livvy felt the same.

Every day, Livvy looks at the dirt and wonders when the plants will grow.

Sharing the love of gardening with my daughter. How exciting.

Rediscovering Heating Pads

Posted: March 6, 2011 in Uncategorized

It’s amazing how little children can take an everyday item and find a hundred ways to use it. Yesterday, I pulled out an old heating pad from the closet.

Livvy looked at it and asked me what it was. So, I showed her how the heating pad worked.

The next thing I knew, Livvy had taken the heating pad out to the living room, had plugged it in, and was leaning against it on the couch–naked.

A little while later, I walked into the living room and Livvy was lying on the couch belly-down her legs crossed at the ankles. The heating pad underneath her.

An hour or so passed and this time Livvy had the heating pad covering her chest. She said, “Hey Mom, guess what’s underneath this pad? My nipples! They are warm. See!” And, yes, you guessed it…I got to see!