Last week's blog led to an outpouring of support for my family and we have felt all your love and prayers as we wait to find
I opened up the door yesterday bundled in my gray coat with my scarf and hat and gloves and prepared to be blasted to the bone with a brrrrrrr factor that would leave me shivering long after the va
My daughter is sick. And it's scary, because we don't know what's going on. She's been pulled from school until the results of testing are known, and the waiting is killing her dad and me.
This week has reared up and bitten me in the butt.
My daughter Alli came home the other day and said she had won some art award and that she was to go to an award ceremony at the Grand Wayne Center and get a certificate.
To the mom whose son knocked on my door:
You're doing a great job raising your boy.
In less than a month I will be 50 years old.
So, here I am over at 123 Parenting Lane and thought I would share what’s up.
So I went grocery shopping Sunday in advance of what turned out to be not a whole lot of snow, and as I was getting into the car something scratched my right hand.
Yesterday my mom had a significant surgery. She will have a long recovery after that which will also be significant.