I Will Blog!

NaBloPoMo – BlogHer – March 2014Tuesday, March 11, 2014 Do you think you’ll still be blogging 10 years from now?~~~~~~~~NaBloPoMo’s prompt for today asks, “Do you think you’ll still be blogging 10 years from now?” My answer, in short, is, “I certainly hope so.”...more

Miss, My Friends Ate My Geography Homework

I was half way through writing a serious post about social work and how I realised I really shouldn’t be in that career (it was when I started entertaining myself by using obscure words in my case notes, because I had got tired of parroting the social work jargon which imprisoned my thoughts and judgement) but I had to stop because I hadn't finished making tea, and my daughter wanted to talk to me.Also, she was being very funny.‘I’ve got a problem,’ she said ‘Seriously. You know that geography project?’...more

A New Queen of the Castle

My eldest, who turned 7 years old about a couple months back, upon hearing that I was working on stories for my work, wanted to help me 'work' by contributing a story....more

Here We Go Again

Last year I wrote a post on the first day of high school for my daughter.  We survived the first year. So of course there are new things I hope for her and for my other kids which we can get to later.  Today, I’m posting the letter again in case you missed it or in case you have a child beginning high school this year.  It was from my heart and every word still holds true.  I think it’s a good way to start....more

On Losing a Daughter . . . to College

It should be easier, to send child number two to college. Reverse separation anxiety, child leaving parents, not vice versa. This should have worked itself out of my system, shouldn’t it?            I should rejoice that she is departing for her life’s grand adventure, especially since she wasn’t the easiest child to parent. There was sass, a season of dishonesty. A lack of enthusiasm for chores, a regular pile of clothing to press....more

Thirty Things My Dad Taught Me

I come from a long line of cheapskate do it yourselfers who believe in laughing lots and always kissing your loved ones good bye.  My Dad is the rightful heir of many hand-me down tools and life lessons. As one of his four kids I'm the recipient of the hand-me down wisdom that comes with these worn instruments, calloused hands and seasoned heart.Here are some of the things I've learned from the first man who ever loved me....1.  A rope is an apt substitute for a broken belt, for months in fact! ...more

Under the Cornflower Blue Hills

I dread packing her room. Spend days avoiding it. Sometimes I can only pack one box. But Olivia has finally emailed a list, wants her things now, and I want her to have what she needs as much as I cannot bear to fill those boxes. I dread packing her room. Spend days avoiding it. Sometimes I can only pack one box. But Olivia has finally emailed a list, wants her things now, and I want her to have what she needs as much as I cannot bear to fill those boxes. I dread packing her room. Spend days avoiding it. Sometimes I can only pack one box....more

There Are All Kinds of Ways to Lose a Child

It is enough to gaze into trees climbing the hill above us. It is almost time to leave but I cannot turn the radio off. I stand there, losing precious moments in a busy day, savoring the gentle voice of a stranger -- a man whose son killed himself. He says, “there are all kinds of ways to lose a child.” How do you tell someone your 17 ½ year old daughter is gone -- alive, but gone....more
Shannon LC Cate Seven months later, I just stumbled back to this post & saw your comment for the ...more

Daddy's Girl

We were walking trough town the other day, Lily was chattering, when she suddenly took her Daddy's hand, looked up to him and said: Daddy, you are my Hero!...more
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