Here’s to making 20, something (or, happy birthday, Madison)

I had to wait a day to get my favorite birthday present. That was 20 years ago. Camdyn’s two goals Saturday come in a close second. What kid can score on her dad’s birthday? It’s just Camdyn doing Camdyn things. Hayden’s done it, too. It’s kind of Babe Ruthian to go out and deliver on…

I pray it won’t take me this long to pray again

Hayden and I talked fantasy football while I fixed her scrambled eggs Sunday morning. I know, you’re not supposed to talk fantasy football. Maybe it’s okay with the people you play with? Anyway, Marcus Mariota, you see. He’s projected for mad points this week, but is questionable for the game Monday. Should I stick with…

For the faith and agony ahead, I’m actually grateful

My soccer boys must face a team next week that we angered greatly last week. We did nothing wrong. Outside of beating them. After the match, they sat on the turf in various stages of disbelief. An older, more experienced team tested and topped by a band of upstarts. It’s a sweet feeling to pull…

Who we’d go back in time to hug, in 6 words

Behold, the hug. Is anything in the universe as potentially awkward and comforting as the hug? Humans (or many mammals) have the innate ability to express love or like, congratulations or condolences by simply opening their arms and pressing together their bodies. I compile a monthly post called 6 Words. Ernest Hemingway inspired it when…

Weekend Reads II: Partnership, Peace and Parenthood

It’s not so much what I’m going to do this weekend that stirs the soul. It’s what I’m not going to do. I won’t put in more seat time than a NASCAR champ. I won’t pry my eyelids open after another late night and early morning wondering when in the hell I’ll get to write…

#GirlsRock: An Interview with Firestarter LLC Founder Frances Reimers

I aim for, oh, 1,300 or so words when I put together these #GirlsRocks posts. Sometimes, that word count doesn’t do it justice. Frances Reimers tested the standard. That’s what happens when you’ve done a few dozen great things – it’s tough to narrow down the line of questioning (you hear me, Joanna Gammon?) Her…

I Believe … XIII

It’s been a while since I’ve done an I Believe post. Not that I don’t still believe, because I do. Some days, it’s easier than others to see it. Every day, though, we carry with us beliefs. Mine pop up in conversation, email, texts, comment responses, court depositions. Kidding on that last one. What do you…

I Resent How Resentment Made Me Feel

I said a ton of bad words in a tight time window. Not as good as Jennifer Lawrence, but in the same area code. I’d just chucked one of my favorite discs into the abyss of ivy and pricker bushes, all because some dinkeldorf in the group ahead of me jacked up my throw. The…

No More Waiting for My Real Life to Begin

I’ve been hiding a long time. I had to go with that opening line, because I’d promised someone I would. I’m glad, though, because this friend suggested it as we talked about how things are going for me now, and it perfectly tells the story. No, I’m not coming out of the closet. Not that…