So yesterday my very pregnant daughter decided that she needed “one more thing” (pause for laughing) for her soon to be born twin boys. So off we went to buy a second swing for said twins. Upon arriving home, I jumped to the task and began emptying the box looking for the directions. I quickly realized that the directions were in picture language… that’s right folks, not a word on the page. UGH! Ok how hard can this be I am a relatively smart woman who was raised by a DIY father and I am the mother of 4 kids, I have put PLENTY of toys together in my years.
One year ago today I had the honor of watching my first grandchild, Johnny Mac Pippin, arrive. It was the most awesome day -- ever. I highly recommend this whole grandparent gig. It's fabulous.
Every day or so I get new photos or videos of Johnny Mac Pippin looking adorable. (Thank goodness for unlimited text and data!) Every day or so I get to listen to my daughter talk about motherhood and marvel over the amazingness of her son....more
My Grandmother Ruthie is occupying my thoughts this week. The grandmother character in my story, Planted Wishes, was created with my own grandmother in mind. In the story, as in my own life, the grandmother keeps the family together. Same as the character in the story, my grandmother did seem to work behind the scenes to push people together, nudge them to work things out or offer sage advice....more
Greeting Mommas! Mother’s Day will be here before we know it, so I’ve whipped up some FREE PRINTABLE gift tags for the mother in your life. Each tag has a different “nickname” on it. Whether it’s Momma, Grandma or Mimi, I’ve got a tag for you....more
The saltwater was the perfect treatment for the blisters I got from wearing the wrong shoes for a walk on the Old Seven Mile Bridge in the Florida Keys that I had been planning for weeks to mark my 65th birthday....more
I am flying down the highway with my older son in the car (I remember flying down the interstate with my mother). He despises Radiohead, but he puts it in for me, cranks it loud, and we sit still, motionless, quiet—except for the actions I must take in keeping the car on the road. (It was U2 in the car with my mother, it wasn’t a band I hated, but the experience was so surreal, so slow, and so quiet). He’s demanded information from me; he has to know what’s going on. He makes the decision that he will be coming with me, whether I like it or not....more
If you live in my little corner of the universe, you may know that I became a step-grandmother last week. Yes, after many prayers over many months following a devastating loss a year and a half ago, my stepson and his wife became parents to a beautiful baby girl on April 5th. And the allelujah chorus rose to the heavens....more