As I noted in this year’s annual card, there was a day deep in the pandemic when Nate and I were lamenting the loss of an ENTIRE All Stars season. Serious loss aversion. We’re in the living room and he says to me, “Mom, my dream is to play in Bakersfield.” …
My dearest Jacob, Let’s just pretend it’s springtime off last year and I haven’t fallen victim to the pandemic blahs and watching endless hours of Survivor and… drumroll please… it’s Jacob’s birthday letter time! I do in fact think twelve-and-three-quarters truly suits you, and I know most people have never said that about…
Back on January 11, 2016, I started this blog and then saved it in my drafts folder. I was actively trying to land a new job and certainly didn’t want to stall my chances via one Google search linking my name and the word Barforama… So here we are, having landed that job,…
On my birthday I woke-up early of my own accord. Kind of normal but usually I gauge the time based on how many rooster wake-up calls I’ve endured. Where was the cock-a-doodle-doing? Must be a special bout of birthday luck. I didn’t give it much thought and enjoyed my first…
As I think I’ve mentioned, after school car rides are the best time to get all the hot goss. I especially hear a lot of stories on Mondays and Wednesdays, when I’m in charge of getting Nate and Cruz to Mustangs practice. Last week Nate casually mentions they “kind of had…
This past Saturday, Jake mentioned something called the Scare Farm happening that night. I heard eighth graders and Halloween and I gathered it was going to be like a haunted house, but on a farm… how very San Luis Obispo. Our neighbor, Mckinley, was in town and she oriented me to…
This morning we took a drive to the Elfin Forest for a morning boardwalk walk and some Thai food. The boys are in the backseat and my potential future birthday present comes up as a topic of conversation. Nate usually goes straight to the purse theory. Always a solid supposition. But…
During the last few days of August, I traveled to San Diego for my first-ever work conference COVID-style. It was energizing, productive, and my vaccine held up. I’m not quite sure how it came up, but at some point I mentioned Rooster Creek. What exactly is Rooster Creek you might ask? It…
Earlier this year JJ gave me my first warning. It went something like, “Mom. You have one more year of reading and then it’s done.” I’ve blocked out the exact words and the exact timing as one does when stabbed directly in the heart with a blunt baby spoon found…
My dearest Nate, It’s seriously September and you know what that means? Time for Mama’s belated birthday letter attempting to capture just what ten-year-old Nate is like. This year I’m going for a new Day-in-the-Life format. You know, fourteen thousand steps in your shoes… you’ll see. 7:00AM: You stumble from your bed, Kramer-style,…