Dear Joshua, Today you are eight. I’ve had eight whole years of being your mom, and I gotta tell you, those eight years have been pretty fantastic. I mean, sure, we’ve had some seriously not fantastic moments (like that time you locked me out of the house and I broke down the door to get to…
i love my son
Thoughts On the First Day of School
In the past I’ve written Joshua a little letter about the first day back to school, some wayward notion that what I’ve been doing online for the past 8 years or so has been for him to look back on and remember fondly when he’s old and I’m dead. That’s…yeah. That’s a thing I’m not…
When It Snows In Georgia
When it snows in Georgia, time stops. It’s like the world has just decided to stand still and so has every single person who is native to this state. It’s such a rarity most of us revel in it, even when the snowfall doesn’t top two inches. We can’t help it. It’s just…what we do….
At Least There Was Pizza
There’s no pretty way to say this and this post is going to be whiny and rambly and unpolished and I don’t even care because it totally mimics the day I just survived. Am still surviving. (Thanks to a bath and a glass of Malbec.) Today was terrible, almost from start to finish. The kind…
I Love You Too
I’m not a perfect mother. I know, I know. I was just as shocked to learn that as you are. The truth is that I’m in great company because none of us are perfect mothers. We all have flaws, big or small or both. We all have ways in which we believe we could do…