Many people have asked me how long it took to write the book about Kalisha.
It happened. Again. It snowed and the schools closed. Again. Deep breath in. I calmly reached over and grabbed a can, cracked it open, and took a long draw on it. Yes, that was better.
An interesting thing has happened in our home recently. We decided to cut the cable cord (well, I didn't use actual scissors!) and go to online streaming for our television viewing.
Today my oldest got her first set of orthodontic appliances. She’s fully loaded with two palatal expanders.
It was early in our marriage, we were in our first home, had two little ones and one income when one February day I told my husband to please not send me roses on Valentine's Day.
As nearly everyone knows, Kalisha is a techie kind of girl.
"Time" will never decide to play nice, not with a mom. It will challenge you, deprive you, and the lac
The weather ruined our weekend plans for the third week in a row. I'm sure we're not the only ones. This winter has proved to be a hope and happiness vacuum. I am nearly sucked dry.
I've never had a claim to sanity. But mine has always been garden variety crazy. I get sad; I get irrational; I get medicated.
We're having a tough time getting my son to both go to school and to pay attention when he's there.