Lightly tapping a hammer was one way to completely command Joe’s attention. My way of hanging a picture: Determine where you want to hang it. Grab a hammer, a nail, or one of those picture doo hickies. Hang picture. If you make a mistake, fill the hole with a little toothpaste and try again. Or … Continue reading Hammering It Out with Joe and Cole
spring is blooming wistful in my life right now. I want to smell the barbeque grill and hear the martini shaker clinking against a glass. I want to visit with Joe over guacamole and chips while Cole bounces on the trampoline and our campers roam the yard. Joe and I would be arguing about landscaping … Continue reading Spring Blooms Wistful
“Mom, it’s awful knowing I will be this sad again.” Profound thoughts from my fourteen-year-old. One of the worst parts of grief is knowing you will go through it again. Going through the grieving process again might be a bearable thought if there was any indication I would be better at it the next time … Continue reading Grief ~ Pinkie Swear You will Live Forever.
A dragon has been stalking me lately. It’s a giant, fire-breathing, winged dragon; not Puff. My dragon has shown up in the books I am reading. A friend recently sent me a card with a picture of a Chinese Dragon on it. Thumbing through Joe’s infamous index cards, I came to one on which he … Continue reading Joe’s Dragon Love Forever
The Odd thing is I don’t wish for Cole’s younger days because Joe and I used them up. We enjoyed almost every minute of the baby days, followed by enjoying every minute of his toddler days, followed by enjoying every minute of the grade school days, and now having a teen entering high school is … Continue reading Cole Is Turning 14
Dear Mrs. Brennan, Thank you for your comment. I posted it on Facebook and a lot of my friends did a wonderful job answering you, but I thought it was interesting enough to warrant its own Odd blog post. Let’s tackle the first part of your question. What gives me the RIGHT to channel my … Continue reading Credentials For Channeling Joe?
Cole and I made a tart to celebrate his dad’s birthday. Cole made the tart and I took up my role as sous chef, which loosely means I documented the process for later blog posts, cleaned up spills, and assumed my motherly role by frequently saying, “Please do that over by the sink.” In any … Continue reading Cole’s Tart From The Heart
Cole went off to ski on Sunday - Super Bowl Sunday. My only intention was to delve into a little bit of book work and read Seth Godin’s book, Linchpin, on my Kindle. Those were my plans until I had the dream on Saturday, the eve before Super Bowl Sunday. “Katybeth.” When Joe shows up … Continue reading 8 Hour Super Bowl Sandwich
Joe and I were married nine years ago today (December 23rd). As I mentioned in a previous post, our wedding was a celebration of “Done.” We acknowledged with family and friends what we already knew: We were meant to be together for better and for worse. Neither of us were naturals at being married. We knew … Continue reading Happy 9th Anniversary Joe!