I know you think there is something wrong with me. Maybe not all of you, but the vast majority of you do. You can nod your heads as you read this because even a part of me thinks there's something wrong with me as I try to replicate my adolescent years by sitting at a… Continue reading Channeling Mr. Hughes
Tag: Teenager
Candy Bar Wreath. Because Nothing Says “I Love You” Like a Root Canal
2021 calls for a candy bar wreath, doesn't it? First published April 20, 2015 I love to come up with fun things for my children. But I rarely think of them. I can thank other people for the ideas, and I have no shame in admitting that. In fact, I bet if you searched my… Continue reading Candy Bar Wreath. Because Nothing Says “I Love You” Like a Root Canal
The Week I Ate a Poop Sandwich Turned Out to Be The Best Week of My Life
We all have those days, those weeks, maybe even those months. Where nothing goes right, everything is bad, nothing looks good. Your hair is jacked up, you can't find a good parking space, you got kicked out of your apartment. Basically, you get served a big old poop sandwich. And you have to eat your… Continue reading The Week I Ate a Poop Sandwich Turned Out to Be The Best Week of My Life
I Was 14 Once Too
Contrary to popular belief, I was 14 years old as well. Popular opinion = my 14-year-old daughter. I used to have a lot of attitude and angst. So I understand. And yet, I don't always understand. It's becoming increasingly difficult to connect with the emotions, pain, and pressure that I'm sure I felt from 1982… Continue reading I Was 14 Once Too
When She Leaves
Since she was about the same height as my knees, my oldest daughter has spent a week or so with her dad every summer. At first, she could only go on vacation for a few days at a time, and she cried the whole time. I hated those "vacations." They were neither for her nor… Continue reading When She Leaves
Mrs. Pierce
First published March 27, 2014 Last week, the world lost an amazing person. My English teacher in high school, Mrs. Pierce, died on March 19. I can still hear her raspy voice teaching me about how long a paragraph should be. I can see her floating around the room in her signature floral dress, checking… Continue reading Mrs. Pierce