Each first reopens the wound. It might be picking at the edges of the scab; just enough to satisfy the itch and prickle the nerves, or it to rip it right off entirely exposing the raw new flesh encircling the deep gaping hole in the middle.
If the kids’ captivation was to be expected, was rather delightful was how much I enjoyed playing with the Hamsters in the recent “Food Frenzy Series 2” release.
From the very first moment I saw them zooming on the little motorized bristles they made me giggle. (Not just because they tickle your hand if you hold them.)
The cooler temps have me day dreaming about fall family outings and holiday craft fairs. Luckily, I know the perfect place to steer the Good Ship Rebelshire without fear of anyone in the family whining.
Tuckerton Seaport
It is one of the most frustrating parts of being a parent; just as some real conversation starts, Life happens (or a shiny object skips across the mind’s eye), and you put the moment on hold. Once you circle back to the topic your kid has forgotten what they wanted to say.
My mommy-sense prickling the back of my neck, I asked him, “Who is saying these mean things to you, baby?”
“The world, mama. The world tells me that.”
Families are complex. At least mine always has been. Do you remember the Newhart tv series in the 80s with a character called Larry and his brothers, Daryl and Daryl? Well, thanks to my blended family, I actually have three brothers, and two are named James. Although neither went by “James,” as a kid I…
I slid into a tube, on my knees, draped over a barrel. With my head tucked in, arms stretched ahead Super Girl style, my hooters hung out like socks on a clothesline. Headphones in place, I closed my eyes & tried to melt into the techno beat of an MRI machine. Just before this…
This post first appeared on my MySpace page back in June of 2007 under the title “Things Mom Taught Me”. It was one of two posts I wrote to honor my mom on the third anniversary of her death. Some of these pearls were passed along as advice. Most are just the kernels I gleaned…
Mother of Serendipity 