Category Archives: Greasy Kid Stuff

Every Day is Like Sunday

Posted on June 17, 2016 by

I really miss my dad. But He’s not dead. He’s just living somewhere else instead. He’s in my eyes ’cause his were just as blue. He’s in my feet because his turned out too. He’s in my laugh especially when … Continue reading →

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Learning to Fly

Posted on May 28, 2015 by

The other day a bird fell from the sky and landed on the ground right in front of me. I screamed Oh no! We have to save him! And Shannon said No Mom, just leave him alone. You have to … Continue reading →

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A World of Neither

Posted on January 29, 2015 by

My daughter doesn’t want to be a girl. But she doesn’t want to be a boy either. She wants to live somewhere in between. She wants to move into a world of neither. So I’m standing there holding up a … Continue reading →

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Shower the People You Love With Love

Posted on November 4, 2014 by

It’s 7:00 AM on Election Day. John has the day off, but I have to teach for a few hours this morning. My girls don’t have school. They are both still sound asleep. I have plenty of time to get … Continue reading →

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The Gateway Myth

Posted on May 30, 2014 by

That’s it!  I’m convinced that the doorway to adulthood is guarded by the Tooth Fairy.  I reluctantly watched as Maggie crossed that bittersweet threshold a while back.  Apparently, today was the day for Shannon to peak through the door. I … Continue reading →

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Take Your Monkey to Work Day

Posted on March 25, 2014 by

Never take your monkey to a lock-down drill. Trust me, it’s not a good idea. Unless you’re going for dramatic effect.  Then it’s a great idea. Because those monkeys, they sure love drama. Today I was teaching the kids in … Continue reading →

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To My (gulp) Teenager

Posted on October 3, 2013 by

On the days that you were born, there was Grace. And then there were two other Graces. They cared for me in shifts, twelve and twelve and twelve. The third Grace had essential tremor and she tried to hold me … Continue reading →

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