Confessions of a Daughterless Mother
One wife and mother's take on life with three boys: noise, chaos, worry, smiles and a whole lotta love.
Queen Anne’s Lace

Much of raising babies, toddlers and even young elementary kiddos is simply survival. Surviving crying, pooping, puking, ear infections, coughing and croup. Managing day care and nursing and bottles and biting and teething and crawling and sassy toddlers who shriek with independence and shrivel with fear.

Posted: 10/18/17 8:13 PM
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Darkness Surounds Me

I drive down the street where he’s been staying since Saturday. The duplex is small, practically the size of his bedroom and bathroom at home. My car moves slowly, I search the windows looking for shadows. I see none. He’s supposed to be at school, but I don’t know if he is. The landscape of […]

Posted: 10/11/17 6:56 PM
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Come Home Time

Last night E and I were driving into town to pick As up from football, we stopped behind a school bus and watched a little boy hop down off the stairs, wait for his cue to cross the road, and then run with his backpack bouncing off his bottom (his bag was so big compared […]

Posted: 09/13/17 5:16 PM
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18 Again

I thought that doing this a second time my feelings would be muted, like a serene water color landscape instead of the crisp, clean lines of a realist painter capturing my freckles and the wrinkles you gave me around my eyes. I was wrong. Eighteen years. For eighteen years you have blessed my life and […]

Posted: 09/2/17 3:48 PM
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An Open Letter to 2017 School Year

I have been up four times already.  I had good intentions. I laid my head down at 9:30.  I took two melatonin and began reading – my third book in two weeks – and I waited. Sleep never came.  Restlessness did. The first time I got up was for chap stick. The little cup that […]

Posted: 08/11/17 6:50 PM
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The House That Built Me

Wind whipped our hair and froze our noses as we scraped our way through the fallen snow as we skated on the pond. Mucking through the soft, marshy edges to get to the hard ice in the middle, the ice so rough it chattered your teeth with each stroke. Long tendrils of branches camouflaged the […]

Posted: 06/29/17 8:47 PM
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