By Melodee My daughter is four and a half. As the youngest child and only girl in my family, she exerts her will on her brothers by crying. She sobs, weeps and screams, in fact, which punctures my eardrums and spins my head on my neck. Her brothers, ages 14, 14 and 9, cannot remember…
Author Archives: Stephanie
You Moved Us
From Stephanie– This recent post by Partners in Prayer For Our Prodigals reveals in a heartbreaking and touching message that anyone can make a difference no matter how much others may feel they are a nobody. From Veronica– Country Doctor’s Wife moved me to tears of laughter at her description of the challenges of raising…
Sleeping Is So Overrated
By Stephanie I type with heavy fingers that are more like thick thumbs attempting to translate my hazy mind into a comprehendable blog post. The last time I had a decent night’s sleep (my definition being at least four hours in a row during the night, in my own bed, like normal people sleep) was…
Smoke Gets In Your Social-Pariah Eyes
By Gretchen Smokers are an ash-flick away from serial killers. When friends, aquaintances, and readers find out I am an ex-smoker, they usually say things like, “But you are so nice!” Yes. You should have known me when I was a smoker! Jaywalking! Taking an extra brownie! Waiting until March to do my taxes! I…
You Moved Us
From Stephanie– Tissues are a must when reading the precious writings at Letters For Catherine. Catherine was born this week and early on in the pregnancy the family was told there was a pretty big chance she won’t be able to live very long once she’s out of her Mommy’s belly. I’ve been watching, waiting,…
In Waiting
By Stephanie I’ve been writing about my birth stories this week, in anticipation for my next baby to arrive. And up until several hours ago I would have said that I think I’ve still got some time- maybe a couple more weeks at least. But last night it started to feel like this baby has…
I Quit
By Melodee I quit. I quit because I am unqualified. I took this job when it involved nothing more than cuddling babies, changing diapers and offering the appropriate amount of formula per day. I wasn’t required to make conversation, enforce rules or deal with teenage lapses in judgment. I was good back then. I could…
You Moved Us
From Stephanie– This week I, a very avid and extended breastfeeder, was moved by Maria Bailey’s great take on support for all mothers- even if you feed your baby formula- at Blue Suit Mom: And The Silver Goes To… From Veronica– Julie Q at Mental Tesserae muses on the nature of children’s hurts and healing…
911 Is Not The Yarn Shop
By Stephanie I have been trying to get some really cool buttons ordered from a yarn shop I visited while vacationing in Colorado. Every now & then I give them a call and leave a message and it’s just been phone tag. I decide to call again and the person answers “Blippitybloppity911?” (that’s what it…
Cake, Ice Cream, and an Excedrin
By DeeDee (Me, circa 1961) Today is my birthday. You can sing to me if you’d like. I won’t be embarrassed. There was a time in my life, that if you took me out to dinner, and the wait staff sauntered over to the table to sing to me, I would slide under the tablecloth….