Shallow Reflection


49 is Fabulous

Last week was my birthday. It wasn't a "big" one that ended in a zero. All the same, it felt big ....more

Your Mom Goes to College

(One of my classes today.) Today I started a new chapter in my life. It's called, Your Mom Goes to College As my first day at Weber State ended, I realized there are a few things that might happen if you return to school after twent--mffshh *ahem* a lot of years....more

Hold On

There has been a lot of tragedy in our lovely state this week. Several families were altered forever. Lives were changed ....more

Hitting the High Notes

Today's in-the-car-alone-at-6am-nobody-on-the-freeway-sing-at-the-top-of-your-lungs-and-dance-like-a-fool songs- You should have heard me try to hit those high notes. On second thought, you really shouldn't have. I may have had a pack of dogs following my car.I love 70's music.That is all ....more

80's Music Rocks

Today's all-alone-at-7am-on-the-freeway-so-no-one-can-hear-me-sing-at-the-top-of-my-lungs songs- You should have heard me. I was awesome. Well, not really ....more

Frazzled Confessions

The Handy Man came home from work today, took one look at our room and said,"It looks like the dryer threw up on our bed."(Maybe I should fold some laundry.) ...more

A Better Day

(This was originally written four years ago. Funny how time passes, but the feelings about motherhood stay the same.) This afternoon, Noah begged me to push him on the swing. I dragged myself outside to help him ....more

My Mother's Day Card for You

(Original here.) SheShe is not hidden, silent or withdrawn.She is there, if I seek Her.She is in the craggy mountain peaks,Snow covered, tree lined majesty.I see her in the brilliant blue of sky,She lives in the curve of my body,And, the soft lines on my face.I hear her voice in the song of windLifting poplar leaves.She is in the call of hawks, grand and resonant,She echoes in the sweet, simple soundof my child’s laughter.I smell her when the breezeCarries the scent of spring,Cherry blossoms, lilacs, petunias.She is there in fall,In the crisp air, the fragrance of earth preparing to rest,The taste of tart apples, sweet plums,A bountiful harvest.She is in the taste of salty tearsFilled with sorrow or joy.I feel her in the cool of rain on my skin,In the warm sun, the tingle of breeze,A lover’s touch.She is in my heart, each and every beat,I feel her reflected in the love I haveFor family, friends,Nature.She is not hidden, silent or withdrawn,She is everywhere and everything,She is around me, beside me,Inside me.She is Mother ....more