growing up

Of Vienna Sausages, Cuties and Waffles

I hear Jack and Maggie whispering in the hallway.  It’s just the five of us at home. Me and the four kiddos. Severe thunderstorms over the past couple days have my lineman husband pulling eighteen hour shifts with the power company. It’s hard when he’s gone. We rely on him.

Echoes of Innocence

The clock read 6:11 pm. We were propped up on the pillows of our king sized bed. Just Maggie and I. We were eating bacon cheeseburgers her daddy grilled. And she was reading Charlotte’s Web aloud. I love being read to and never thought I’d be so fascinated listening to

The Turquoise Shirt

“Are ALL of these my size, mama?” Maggie squealed, running towards an aisle thick with sparkly shirts in rainbow sorted order. “Yes, babe. Look up,” I replied, pointing to the pink 8-10 GIRLS sign above her head. “Those signs tell us what sizes are on each row. And you wear

Unrecorded Tickmarks of Life

Kevin is always gone by 6:30 am, so I’m “the morning person” as the kids say.  It’s been this way since the day Jack was born nearly nine years ago. I do the wake up calls, get the four kids up, dressed, brushed, packed, ready for the day and driven

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