Who’s the teacher here?

Most days I forget how the world sees my daughter: a cute twelve-year-old who walks with a strange gait, who most-often is drooling and who uses a communication device to speak. I forget that she resembles a broken marionette that has snipped her strings and says so much with a smile. Yes, she is beautiful […]

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Skiing vs. Marriage

My husband’s dream ever since we started popping out babies was to have our entire family on the slopes. “A family that skis together stays together” was his burning mantra. Up until this year I had ample excuses to send him and our oldest up the hill together for some father-daughter bonding time: “I can’t […]

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Trailer parks and tears

For much of my adolescent years I resided in a trailer park with a “Dallas” theme—the soap opera, not the state. We lived on J.R. Drive and the streets surrounding ours were: Knot’s Landing, Ewing Drive and Cattleman’s Circle. The south embraces themes, y’all. Seriously though, I would give anything to have been at the […]

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Cleaning house

One of the biggest complaints I hear from parents (right after sleep deprivation) is “How do you clean a house when tornadic children are constantly undoing all your work?” I confess that even now with our youngest being eight, at times our house looks like a frat. party just exploded and had a baby. I […]

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