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Knock Yourself Out–Carefully
I’m a lousy patient. No question about it. I’ve no problem caring for others who are sick. Except my husband. If he moans and groans too long, I tend to acquire a “Suck it up, dude” attitude. If it’s me that’s under the weather? Denial smacks me upside the head like a wrecking ball. I…
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Let It All Hang Out–In Style
It’s all about opportunity. And a little hard wiring. At the wedding of Kate and Alex this past weekend, festivities included a dance floor. And a DJ with a sense of humor. Huck, my kindred-spirit grand from Austin, could hardly be contained. At two, he’s got more energy than the rest of the family put…
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Why Wait?
Weddings bring families together like nothing else–except possibly funerals. They’re opportunities to gather to celebrate the beginning of a new home, a new family, a new norm. Two lives intermingling in a precisely scripted event that is often nine parts focused on day-of celebration and one part “What comes next?” This past weekend we celebrated…
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I Don’t Want To Get My Hands Dirty
When presented with the opportunity to plant little growing things, I’ll pass. Every time. Not only do I not enjoy gardening. I’m truly lousy at it. The things I plant tend to die. Quickly. So when entering a meeting where repotting root-bound plants was the focus of our time together, I cringed. I valued the…
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I Dunno
He prefers jumping to standing still. Throwing to holding. Ignoring to listening. He loves “boonies” (balloons) because they’re soft and bouncy. He’s clueless as to why he does anything. Two-year-old Ryken, with increased verbosity, has a stock answer anytime he’s questioned about his actions. “I dunno.” Usually followed by a shoulder roll or raised hands.…
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