Month: September 2014

He Said, She Said

Things the hubs and I have said to each other recently: Me: “If I tell you something, are you going to make fun of me?” Dutch: “Probably.” Dutch: “I had a dream that there was a woman at church who was a retiring magician, and she wanted to give us all her old magic props. When we said our life…

Room to Think

I’ve stepped back and stopped writing much recently. I needed to be quiet and empty and still. Life at my house is still a vortex with many a Code Brown and daily mopping of Jack’s pee floor. I did manage to carve out some moments of peace and reflection, though. It was a fruitful writing hiatus, because I concluded something…

Children are an Heritage

We have returned from our annual Heritage Weekend at the cabin. It’s three days where twenty-six people, including fourteen children, do family bonding things. We launch water bottle rockets into the sky, have a cousin sleep-out in Grandma’s barn, pick pumpkins from Grandpa’s garden, and repeatedly kick the kids off their mobile devices. September is a glorious time of year…

Old Crone Speaks

I’ve become the thirty-something equivalent of a creepy old crone in a fairy tale. I’m all hunched over and crabby, with stringy hair and buggy sleepless eyes, foreseeing doom and gloom everywhere I look. I’m basically a Disney witch. I’ve been so angry that a) Charlie won’t sleep, which means b) I can’t sleep and c) the behavior problems and…

Great Mercy

Dutch and I are closely following the adventures of our friends Layne and Jana Flake on their LDS mission in Kenya. The pictures and stories on their blog are an exercise in perspective for me. The people of rural Kenya are desperately poor. They have so little, and yet Jana wrote that they consistently say how blessed they are to…

Realistic Christmas Wishes

I looked at Christmas cards online today. Because it’s only mid-September. But we had family pictures taken this week so I’m trying to be on top of something. The thought of the holidays makes me want to put on sweatpants and take a nap. And then wake up and eat cookies. Anyway, I perused Christmas cards which all read, “Peace…

The Gargoyle of Guilt

I’m stymied. I’ve been trying to write for days, but it all comes out as a rant, or a whine, or a whimper. I’ve been too angry and sad and wiped out to say anything that anyone would want to read. I don’t even want to read it. I feel this compulsion to write about the special needs parenting experience,…

Thoughts from the Pianoforte

I’m going to channel the decade in which I was born and quote Karen Carpenter (and her voice like melted milk chocolate) singing, “I’m on the top of the world lookin’ down on creation…” Hum along if you know it. Let me explain the reasons for my pure lightness of being. Exhibit A: Last night we left Jack with Jessie,…