“There is nothing to writing. All you do is sit down at a typewriter and bleed." -- Ernest Hemingway I hadn't intended to write this part of my story. This endeavor was to write a blog, a chronicle, the story of our family. It is first and foremost, for my children. I started thinking about... Continue Reading →
“Hello” and “Goodbye”
My first husband had the most remarkable wing-man in his three-year-old nephew. From the moment I laid eyes on the little tyke, he had me wrapped around his little finger. He was such an unexpectedly integral part of our courtship. If there was ever a rough patch or a moment of doubt, somehow he was... Continue Reading →
Ready or Not… Not Even Close
As March drew near, our heads came out of the sand. Our due date was upon us, and baby seemed perfectly content, not the least bit eager to leave the accommodations my body was providing. We were barely out of high school, still newly wedded, jobless, and soon-to-be insurance-less. Yes, I know, in a word,... Continue Reading →
The Sun Continued to Shine
As newly wedded grown ups expecting a baby, my husband at the age of twenty and my eighteen-year-old self were figuring life out. Of course, we would be brilliant parents. Yup, all grown up. Ok, so there were a couple of times we called each other in sick to work so that we could stay... Continue Reading →
Love My Messy Life 