Last weekend, I went away from my family for a ladies’ weekend. (By the way, it’s okay to feel extreme jealousy right now. I actually got time to read a novel…during the day!) I was only gone for two nights but when I got home, a strange young man greeted me. He looked sort of like my two year old son, Wolfy. He even called me, “Mommy”. But he definitely wasn’t the Wolfy that I know and love. Continue reading “Growing Up So Fast”
Labor Day is the best weekend to be from my hometown.
We know how to throw an old-fashioned town-wide celebration: complete with a street dance and lots of gambling. I grew up in this tiny town and returned here as an adult with my husband. Now we own a house here and it kind of looks like we’re “lifers”.
I wouldn’t have it any other way. I love it here. I’m not stuck here. This is where I choose to be. It’s also where I am choosing to raise my son. Continue reading “Labor Day Weekend in My Town”
Summer is ending.
I can feel an edge in the air as Wolfy and I sit on our deck blowing bubbles and watching the cows across the road. If you live in a normal, temperate climate, I know what you’re thinking, “It’s only August! How can she possibly be thinking that summer is over?” Continue reading “The End of Summer”