“Mommy, How Long After We Get to Myrtle Beach Before We Start Talking Funny?”
OK, perhaps googling “Myrtle Beach” and then watching an eyewitness account of the 2001 tornado there, this morning, was NOT the best way to introduce my five children – ages 12 and under – to the idea...
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A Plan B for Viewing Mr. Muscles on the Boardwalk!
Some of my fondest memories growing up is all the time I spent in airplanes with my Dad. We logged hundreds and hundreds of hours flying together in both aerobatic gliders and Cetabrias. We would flip...
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Honey, Don’t Drip Water On the Floor – There’ll Be Weird Clean Spots…
During storms I like to light candles. And turn off all the lights. And enjoy feeling the raw power of Mother Nature envelope me – filling my senses. My five girls sit by the windows, watching and...
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“Mom…I Have Issues Eating Food That Looks the Same Coming Out as it Does...
My father’s darkroom. Back when he was alive, I would spend countless hours sitting down there with him. The soft red couch he had is still there and feels familiar to my skin as I tuck my legs under...
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5 Girls, 2 Gerbils, a New Puppy and Lots of Junk Food – Yep, We’re Ready For...
And I was slightly hesitant to move down south because of THEIR storms! The girls and I are hunkering down, waiting for “Frankenstorm” to shake things up a bit around here. Mostly they we are...
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