A Special Day in August

A Special Day in August

Once upon a time there was a young woman, in her 20’s, who was going to have a baby. She planned and dreamed as her belly grew, imagining what kind of little person was being knit together deep inside. She imagined a little girl much like the little girl she,...
Dirty Laundry

Dirty Laundry

About fourteen years ago, Hubs had gone from sales into management and we found ourselves entertaining a lot from our home. Typically, we would have the person he was recruiting and their spouse over for dinner, and send the girls over to their grandmother’s...
Home, Home on the Wange

Home, Home on the Wange

This is a post about my girl. My first girl. She’s the first one to simultaneously fill my heart to overflowing and stomp it to bits, because she’s the one who made me a mother.  About a year and a half ago I wrote a piece about her that describes her so...