I voted today, like many others. I could have voted early or could have voted by mail. But I don’t like to do that. I like to vote. I like to go there and stand in the booth and put my ticket into the machine and vote. In past years I always waited for one…
The end of an election
I cannot wait for this election to be over. November 4th we will elect new politicians to run our city, and as much as I am unsure of their honor or effectiveness, I am still glad someone will be in office and the noise will stop. I literally think I am going to explode if…
The middle of the night
Photo: From Unsplash by Jason Long
I have to try harder…
I have to get better at things. I have to try harder. I need to pay more attention to my sweet husband. I have to put more effort into our relationship. I need to bring my kids to see their grandparents more. I need to work out. I have all this great equipment to work…
What my sister’s have taught me…
This has been a bit of a harder Mother’s Day than most. Not a total expert, since I have only had 11 so far, this one just strikes me in a much more difficult place than my previous. It is our second Mother’s Day without my beautiful Mom, who I believe this day was made…
What Friends Can Teach You
Last night I had a rare night out with two very special women, my great friends. We all have busy lives and lots of kids, and seem to run on the same path and energy that most of the women around us do. But with a shining exception being we are all in some way…
Too Much Information…
We are facing a huge surgery. Not we, I guess, but my little girl to be specific. She needs to have extensive surgery on her hips and legs, and the doctor is doing all of it in one big swoop. I initially was in shock when he told me. Sitting at the Rehab Institute by…
Someday Triathlete
A few weeks ago I signed my daughter up for a five hour triathlon training class with an organization called Dare2Tri. (Check it out at http://www.dare2tri.org) Not a natural athlete, with virtually no competitive spirit in her (which she totally gets from her Mom), she was dreading it. ”Why did I let you talk me into this?”…
Where I raise my kids
I have often wondered what my kids would be like if they were raised in a different place. Not a different country, so much, as just a different climate, a different sensibility and pace. An old friend’s kids are being raised in New York, in a city environment where they get a taste for everything….
Why Does Facebook Make Me Feel Bad About Myself
Why do other people’s lives look so great on Facebook, and mine does not even seem post worthy? I go on like a robot, and truthfully I do gain some insight into things, but daily I am surrounded by the perfect, the happy, the non flawed lives of my “friends.” Friends is putting it in…