Stop Telling Kids They Grow Up Too Fast

Tonight, I helped my soon-to-be-seven-year-old son write a letter to the tooth fairy after losing a tooth somewhere. You’re getting so big. After the tenth how-do-you-spell-this, he turned to me and asked a different kind of question. Do you ever wish I was still a baby? And I started thinking of an answer even I didn’t…

Why You Should Get Rid of Your “Stuff”

Because that’s what we do. We make a little progress. We fill a couple bags and we make a few plans. We have the best intentions when we suddenly look up at the mountains around us.

Flutters From an Empty Nest: A Poem

Twenty four years ago, my mama brought me home. It was her birthday, too, but this time, I wore the crown. She always told me I was better than the gifts they bought. I laugh when she says that because I know the trouble I’ve caused.   When she clamped a bow, I ripped it…

The Weight that Teachers Carry

I threw yet another dried-out Expo marker into the trash. Character Ed: What will you do today that —- I made it midway through the morning’s prompt on the wipe-off board before expiring the last of my school-funded supply. I then reached into my worn teacher tote to produce the bright yellow Dollar General bag…

The Life of a Railroad Wife

Tonight, I scraped every bit of beef tips and rice into a Tupperware container. Why didn’t I just start supper sooner? I beat myself up for not knowing the things I couldn’t have known and for not controlling the things I couldn’t control. It’s only 6 p.m. but I could’ve had this done at 5….

What MTV Won’t Tell You About Being a Teen Mom

I have watched MTV’s show, 16 & Pregnant, since I was, well, sixteen and pregnant. I am equal parts committed and ashamed, as I still watch it at twenty-three, while Teen Mom stars are my age with kids the same age as mine. If you watch the show, you know that the girls’ lives it…

Supporting a Family with a Volunteer’s Heart

I like doing things that don’t pay very well. I love volunteering. Teaching, counseling, coaching, advising people FEEDS MY SOUL. It doesn’t feed my bank account. Give me the opportunity to help someone and I’ve already mentally agreed before you even give me the details of what I’m gaining from the exchange. It’s the blessing/curse…

When Staying Home Isn’t Lonely

There seems to be a general consensus: the most ISOLATING and LONELY job is that of a stay-at-home mom. We spend our days filling sippy cups and wiping noses and we just don’t have all of the sought-after adult interaction. Where is the conversation? The COMMUNITY?! We live for the rare moments our working friends…