Category: Serious Stuff

The non-negotiables of parenthood

I read an article earlier this week in which the author outlines 16 Things Kids Should Decide For Themselves.  I don’t mind telling you that my clever nineteen-year-old long ago dubbed our family’s system of government a “momarchy.”  Admittedly, there is truth in that, which would probably explain why the title of that article caught… Continue reading The non-negotiables of parenthood

Circle

Grams is not easy to shop for.  She’s never been one to focus too much on herself; even those of us who know and love her best seldom hear a wishlist. Christmas was quickly coming and I had no ideas.  But then I heard the blurb of something somewhere and it sounded like the perfect… Continue reading Circle

Something I saw

Something happened the day before we left for vacation.  Jeff and I were in town running last-minute errands.  We were stopped at a traffic light in the far right lane behind one of those small buses, like the ones used by churches or retirement homes.  The light changed to green and all three lanes of… Continue reading Something I saw

Where God is

Last Friday, a monster of a human being took aim at an elementary school in Southwestern Connecticut and stole away the lives of twenty-six people, including twenty children.  In the wake of the tragedy, the rest of us are either glued to the news in search of answers or we purposefully avoid it, in an… Continue reading Where God is

if tomorrow

When I was fourteen one of my friends from cheerleading, Kelly, was killed in a car accident on the way to school.  She was the passenger in a car with a junior–or senior, I can’t remember for sure–who swerved to avoid hitting an animal in the road.  She lost control of the car and wrapped… Continue reading if tomorrow

Three Years Gone By

Exactly three years ago I began the day as a different person than I would end it.  The Accident would happen right around 3:15 that afternoon, as I sat in the lagoon of a friend’s pool, the kids splashing and giggling all around. By 4:15 our laughter was silenced by the roar of sirens–the whir… Continue reading Three Years Gone By

sixteen candles

The day I turned sixteen I woke up beneath a pile of covers on a soft bed.  I walked across the room–a room I had all to myself–and turned the wand of the blinds to let the sun shine in.  Just outside my window was a quiet, tree-lined street.  Beyond that, an elementary school where… Continue reading sixteen candles