Motherhood

the spectator mother

A phase of motherhood I was never prepared to experience is how quickly I would become sort of a spectator –or that I would become a spectator at all. I just guess I thought I’d always be the mother. The mother-mother. I didn’t even see the spectator-mother signs coming. When the oldest of the two […]...
Potpourri

At least it’s not frogs!

And just when I thought we were getting a handle on the flies.  All day long my mind has been flooded with fly quips and witty inventions (for the demise of the flies or a fly’s demise, which ever applies).  As I was going around (yes, again!) with the wand of the shop vac (for […]...