Trail Mix

In my younger days when I had only one child on my hip, I was an expert on parenting. There were only good and bad parents and I was, of course, in the first group. Always. Now I have four under the age of 16 which inducts me into the “hanging on by a thread” […]

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Remembering

Her name was Louise. Ms. Louise. I never even learned her last name. She was a friend of my grandmother’s and during my week-long summer visits, we would visit all of her older woman friends. Friends with amazing names like Cleo, Myrtle and Ida Mae Stacy.  Louise was very old (to me, as an eight […]

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Grandparents Are Grand

Since moving away from North Carolina when our oldest child was an infant, we have lived in Oklahoma for five-ish years, Iowa for two and have fallen in love with Montana for the last almost seven years. I feel old. And though we have met many amazing friends that are like family, we occasionally realize […]

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