For the dear life of me, I couldn't justify the hateful looks I was getting from the woman a few people ahead of me at the check-out line. My daughter and I had been driving by one of our favorite stores and decided to pull in to buy a needed gift. She grabbed her new... Continue Reading →
homesick at home
I once read that you start saying goodbye to your child the moment you give birth. Trusting another to watch them for an hour, their first crawl and first steps, the beginning of pre-school, start of kindergarten, first time sleeping away from home—on and on the goodbyes go. The initial times my younger son and... Continue Reading →
the affair
I'm having an affair. I should feel very, very guilty ... but I don't. He's a married father of three. I'm also married with three children. I happen to know his children very well. In fact, I've known his wife my whole life. I am her, she is me. I'm having an affair with my... Continue Reading →
just go to bed angry
Craig and I locked hands during the ceremony. We were touched to see Brett and Collin serve as ushers, and Brett escort Craig's sister, the mother of the bride, down the aisle to her seat. Marina soaked in every second and loved seeing her cousin appear with her adoring dad, our brother-in-law, by her side.... Continue Reading →
these kind of days
I awoke to the alarm this morning at five thirty, heart pounding, with a list of things I must accomplish today running through my head. First off, dentist appointment. Next, dress, gift, and grocery shopping before returning home to clean the bathroom. Then, send a card, finish emails, and make a meal to bring to... Continue Reading →
where it all began
It began in the spring of 1985. Actually, let me back up. It began, specifically, at 12:30 a.m. on December 26, 1984—the first time Craig and I said "I love you" to one another. I was a month over seventeen, a senior in high school, and Craig had just turned nineteen the week before, a... Continue Reading →