frazzled & frumpy

I'm a wife to one, and mother to eight in a house called 'Chaos'.  I've been a writer for as long as I can remember, and with all these kids, I have a bottomless pit well of material to draw from.  When I'm not transporting kids, reading blogs, or browsing Pinterest,  I try to  write novels.  When I grow up, I want to be a published author. 

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 SheShe is not hidden, silent or withdrawn.She is there, if I seek Her.She is in the craggy mountain peaks,Snow covered, tree lined majesty.I see her in the brilliant blue of sky,She lives in the curve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each and every beat,I feel her reflected in the love I haveFor family, friends,Nature.She is not hidden, silent or withdrawn,She is everywhere and everything,She is around me, beside me,Inside me.She is Mother ....more

Feral Thoughts

Some days, ideas come to me like a spring rainstorm. ...more

Random Friday

If my dog ever runs away, I'll know it's because when he tries to jump on our bed and fails, we laugh at him. (It really is funny.)My son volunteered to wash dishes last night. (*ahem* teenage son) ...more

My Heart

This girl has my heart. (Yes, all of my children do. Of course.) But there is something undeniable about the connection between female hearts and minds ....more

Spring Break in My Head

The school's spring break happened last week-- we all stayed home. Which of course is no break for me. I spent a lot of time on social media and got to see all the people who did fun things during the kids' week off ....more

I Am a Soul

"You don't have a soul. You...more