The sun is low. Babies are jammied. Wheels of the parenting wagon are squeaking, slowing wobbling, willing them to carry until bedtime. Fire smoke has perfumed hair during memory filled dinners ’round a fire pit The night is twinkling indecision – the dusk yawns. Summer is giving way to autumn. Mothers hush this quiet…
Good idea: Locking your bike up at the library so as to not entice anyone struggling with “theft challenges”. Bad idea: Locking your bike up at the library so as not to entice anyone struggling with “theft challenges” and learning that person might be you.
“Let’s color for a minute” Rory asks sweetly. It is early morning and Ryder has already declared the day “the best ever!”. No doubt the Krispy Kreme doughnuts left over from my birthday influenced that declaration. I pause to color a three by three sheet of paper. Satisfied, Rory skips off with her crayons. I…
Cornfields are swishing by. The sky is a beautiful blue puffed with bright clouds. Train tracks race beside our car as the kids are engrossed in activities within the car. It is a calm scene that lasts all of three minutes before someone has dropped a cup, cracker toughs need refilling, a baby has pooped.
The wind was picking up, the rain was coming down in sheets. Gray and black clouds were above us settled in for the evening. There was no chance I was going to make it to the grocery store, enter improvisation cooking: Stormy Tom Sauce – Printable Version (Encore presentation performed by Rory and Ryder Mack.…