Monthly Archives: August 2007

One night, long ago, when Grace was about 18 months old, she refused to go to bed.  She kept whining and repeating something and squirming.  Eventually, I realized she was trying to tell me something. You know, kind of like … Continue reading →

The only thing worse than having your 5 minutes of fame be as a spectator in a poker television show?  Missing it when it airs.  Our show aired, and the second show aired, and we missed both.  If you poker … Continue reading →

This line from Swing Low, Sweet Chariot is very apt.  I am sometimes up. I am sometimes down.  It is pretty hard to know from day to day, or even hour to hour which I will be.  I don’t want to … Continue reading →

Yesterday, Phil bought me the most expensive dress I have ever owned.  The list price was more than what I spent on my wedding dress.  It’s a Bob Mackie.  Regular price (as if there is such a thing as a regular … Continue reading →

This weekend we did the Flagstaff Climb to Conquer Cancer. We climbed, and we conquered the hill.  We regularly reminded ourselves that our little climb was nothing compared to the conquering survivors do each day.  Some of us needed more … Continue reading →

I am not even going to apologize for stealing from Jennie anymore. This morning as we drove in to our second day of school, Grace said “Mom, you should always have a little ear wax in your ear, right?”  To which I … Continue reading →

My sisters and I coined a condition – FI, otherwise known as Focus Issues.  It turns out, it is exacerbated by grief.  I have a pretty bad case, and since I generally pride myself on being in control, and having … Continue reading →

We went to Minnesota last week and buried my Dad’s ashes.  It was a great trip, all things considered.  The chapel was beautiful, the pastor did a lovely job.  It was great to see family, and spend time with them.  … Continue reading →

We are on our way to Minneapolis to spend some good time with some good people, crying and laughing and telling stories about my Dad.  It seems like a good time to be together.  The sad can sound a little … Continue reading →

This morning, as we ate at Waffle House before going to church, I looked over at my dear darlings.  Snarled hair they insist had been brushed.  Interesting outfits.  I always wonder about the balance between raising ladies who understand the importance … Continue reading →