When Daddies Pray

This weekend, we traveled with a truck bed full of a little girl’s best memories: paintings, blankets, trinkets, and yes. Even a stuffed animal or two. We are taking our girl to college.  She’s our oldest, so it’s as raw as it can possibly get. However, I don’t know how this will ever feel like an old hat-it will always hurt with each of our babies, and next it’s our Irish twins. Two at once. We’ve sat through parent sessions and scoped out where to find sushi. We’ve trained her up, so she discovered where to get the best coffee.…

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I Took My Daughter to Get Her First Tattoo: I am that mom

There are hundreds of things we say no to with our kids: Don’t touch Don’t eat that No jumping No sitting No standing Don’t lick that Don’t miss your curfew. I remember when my kids reached the year of less than obedient threes. I caught myself saying no to everything, even if my answer to them could have been a yes.  When my now adult 18 year old daughter said she wanted a tattoo, I didn’t hesitate. “I’ll pay for it if I can come with you.” A year long conversation ensued.  We talked about hasty decisions I’ve made when…

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Dear Graduate: an open letter to my senior

You are my first one, but still, I know what I want to say. Are you listening? These words matter. You are going to meet hundreds of new people in the coming four years. Some of them won’t believe in you. Some will reject you and won’t understand you when you offer random movie quotes. You’ll throw out an “I’m picking up on your sarcasm,” and they’ll respond with blank stares or a side glanced mumble of, “sarcasm?”  Your shoulders will want to go droopy, but don’t let them. You don’t need those other people to be complete. You be…

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Spring Days

Spring around here is chock-a-bock full. It makes my head swim. There’s not a year that has gone by that I haven’t stopped and suddenly realized I am barely treading water. This year is no different.  It’s mostly good stuff, really. I mean except that I have the added stress of losing my primary income in a couple weeks and the added hours of updating resumes, filling out 25 page applications (no joke), and gathering old information. We have moved so much that providing seven years worth of addresses is really a pain in my nuggets. I don’t retain such…

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Which One Are You?

I often feel as if there are only two types of people in this world: this time it has nothing to do with Neil Diamond.  This time I am referring to those with whom absence makes the heart grow fonder, and the other sort: out of sight, out of mind.  Maybe you’re one of these people who doesn’t know which category you fall in, but I’m certain you are one or the other. And Id wager you’re the latter. Like me.  It’s hard for me to try to have a relationship with someone I don’t relate to. If you aren’t…

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