Our seven-year-old- came downstairs this morning looking disgruntled. I looked up, and as our eyes greeted each other, I noticed the water sitting at the edge of his lids. “Good morning, love. What’s wrong?” He looked at me, eyes full, “I do not want to go back to school.” He melted into my outstretched arms,…
Even in the struggle, there is always something to be grateful for. Intentionally looking for it will change your focus from deficit to abundance…. or, at the very least, bring you back to even. The glass doesn’t become half-full by just waiting for it to fill itself. Sometimes we have to fill it with the…
Sending love to all of the educators out there learning how to “teach” in our new normal. Even though I am currently on the sidelines, at home, know my heart is overflowing with love and admiration for all of you! Greetings! Please like or follow my blog, using the buttons below, or the follow bottom…
I have thought about writing this blog- about telling my story- for months. This was me, 365 days ago. This gift was granted to me by a ruptured appendix. And while I have started and stopped the process of writing this dozens of times over the last 6 months, it is the fears and uncertainty…
Yesterday, I spent 10 hours at our son’s basketball tournament. Yes. TEN. I am exhausted. As a mother of a player, and observer of the game, you may wonder where my exhaustion comes from. This mushy-brained, stare-at-the-wall state has nothing to do with the amount of time we were there, or the fact that I…
Some mornings you just have to laugh at yourself. I just stood in the middle of my kitchen, overcome with anxiety and rage, as I looked at the mess that smirked from spaces I clean three or four times a day. I know what you’re thinking. Why do I continue to clean-up the same mess…
Sometimes the things that UNITE US have everything and nothing to do with US. We are parents, that spend our lives commuting to watch our children learn from, and play games they love. We are parents that divide and conquer, and expect that, at the end of the day, we will return home to share…
Although I am not always quick to admit this, I graduated from high school 20 years ago. About a year prior to the momentous anniversary, rumors of a reunion began to swirl, and I started to consider what the scenario may look like. Although I was totally satisfied leaving the 18-year-old version of myself in…
“That was the answer: we all want the things we love to be permanent.”
The United State of Us, Erin Flood
