Our child was missing, and the world has never been a bigger place than it was that Sunday morning as we stood in our doorway looking out into it with terror in our hearts. "GO to the neighbors'. Maybe they saw something, or she's there. You know how friendly she is." It was true. At... Continue Reading →
With an E and Two R’s
I can't say, for certain, what I read in the wide hazel eyes of our first-born, Maggie Ann, as she stood just inside the doorway of the hospital room -- curiosity, excitement, fear, a hint of betrayal. It was as if she knew, on some level, that her world had changed. It had. She, alone,... Continue Reading →
I stared at the fluorescent lights on the ceiling in the courtyard of the small strip mall across the street from where we lived. I lay flat on my back, trying to piece together what had just happened and what the slimy stuff all around me could possibly be. I looked around to see if... Continue Reading →
When Baby Wipes Fight Back
I nested and prepared for our second baby, as I continued to change the diapers of our seventeen-month old toddler. Baby wipes thirty years ago came in round tubs. The wipes popped up out of the lid through a circle of plastic teeth that made it easy to tear the wipe off at the perforation.... Continue Reading →
Juggling and Struggling
With our second baby on the way, the mister and I decided that this would be a grrrreat time for me to pursue higher education. There was an abundance of aid available, I was told. I wanted, more than anything to go to the University of Mary and major in English. I knew I wanted... Continue Reading →
Boomerang
Between the time we had gone to the hospital to have our first baby and the time we were ready to leave, my husband and his sister had moved us out of our apartment and into my parents' basement. (Sigh) I suppose this was our first of several very pride-swallowing experiences. With me out on... 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 →
Chicken and Tears
The first apartment I ever had was the one I shared with my first husband. At the ages of Eighteen and Twenty, with a baby on the way, coming strait from our parents' homes, we were ready to take on the world! I had no idea what I was doing, but how hard could it... Continue Reading →
Love My Messy Life 