I decided to rearrange the furniture in my living room. I thought maybe if I rearranged the room it would feel cleaner, newer, refreshed. I dragged the piano to three out of four corners of the room. I tried plugging the lamp into one outlet and then another. Should the sewing machine be on the same table as the computer or can the computer sit somewhere else? I shuffled and re-shuffled for more hours than I care to admit.


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Hail to the Redskins!

I grew up in Virginia with a slew of uncles, cousins, and mother who chanted “Hail to the Redskins!” before I even knew my alphabet.  I remember family gatherings, Thanksgiving specifically and my Nannie’s birthday parties where we would heap mounds of homemade southern food onto doubled-up paper plates at 11a.m. Gather round multiple dining room tables, or even a lap on the front porch steps were acceptable make-shift dining locations, to feast.


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Tracking July

Last night I had one of those embarrassing moments where I hoped no one heard what I just said or did, but sadly, as always in those cases (because, let’s be honest, that’s really what makes them embarrassing) someone was right there trying not to laugh. I apparently have gone to new levels in my parenting skills that even I am a little bit like “wow, really, relax!” I was dreaming that Ryder was holding a roll of toilet paper and dipped it in syrup and then was posed to chuck it across the room like a professional football player. I found myself simultaneously correcting Ryder, snapping my finger at him in the loudest “you better think about what you are about to do before I beat your tail” mom snap and waking up from my deep sleep seeing Chris beside me reading his iPhone. The light of the phone was not hiding his grin one bit. I was embarrassed that even my stern parenting woke me up from my deepest sleep (thanks Mom, 27 years of life and the mom-snap still smacks me back into order, now that’s effective parenting!).

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