I’ll always remember the first day I drove to work after moving to SLO. As I made my way down a road, aptly named, Tank Farm, I gazed toward the airport and appreciated the herd of cows grazing not far from the runway. Upon reflection that seems a bit concerning……
If you don’t count Princess, Perfect, Piper, Lightning and Sando, this place is chock full of boys. Boy books on armadillos and boy building games and muddy boy shoes and Star Wars boy toothbrushes. Now I’m not a big shopper, but I like a sunny afternoon wandering through cute shops looking…
When you’re learning Spanish, one of the most defining features is the use of the feminine and masculine, primarily in describing nouns. Most gringos pick-up on this right away and begin adding “o” to the end of every word. You know you’ve done it like a million times-o. I’ve always enjoyed…
When James and I were in college, we had a friend that went by “Jake the Snake.” Given I’m a Griffindor, or maybe… a Ravenclaw… I was never a fan. And yet, there’s something about this nickname that really appeals to little boys. And college sophomores. I don’t get it. …
Tomorrow is Crazy Sock Day. Which reminds me of a conversation I had with Nate a week or two ago. He comes up to the bathroom as I’m doing my make-up and he says, “Mama, guess what’s on my socks.” I look down and he’s wearing a pair of short…
Oh my baby Nake, I can hardly believe you turned 7 years old on March first. You continue to grow and evolve and become you through and through. As our annual tradition goes, this post is meant to freeze time for just a moment, painting a picture of seven-year-old Nate.…
Just in time for the boys’ birthday party on March 17th, we declared the barn “done enough.” The upstairs is finished… if you don’t count the fact that we’re still waiting for the bathroom mirror and we need to install the barn door handle. But there are real beds and…
I remember after giving birth to a baby without drugs that the phrase, Hurts like a mother, made… Absolutely. Perfect. Sense. Lately I’ve found myself thinking the same thing about Rat Bastard… It’s been several weeks since I opened the hood of my car and found the great rodent residence. And I’ve…
It was my half birthday, April 20th. The day of Columbine. The images of high school kids running in lines with their hands on their heads are forever etched into my memory. That same year, one of my classmates told me he’d written a play and that one of the…
I’ll never forget the night Nate was born. Yes, there was the part where he was born so fast James was still wearing his backpack… but I’m thinking more about how he was supposed to be a February baby. He was perfectly comfortable and five days late and as the…