Category: Musings

What is the Point?

I have been a little down lately. Might be the weather, or hormones (bitches!). I really wanted to go to the lake this weekend and the weather was awful, so we ditched the idea and stayed home. The kids were kind of driving me crazier, and everything and everyone were kind of getting on my nerves, for simply existing. I… Read more →

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A Mother’s Dilemma

I read an interesting article this morning on parenting.com, about girls and sports. The blogger obviously has two very athletic girls who like to play sports; she bemoans the fact that society doesn’t seem to be able to reconcile beauty and unisex athleticism. Interesting, but not exactly a groundbreaking discussion. But what about this? What if you are a fairly… Read more →

CNN Finally Lost Me, I Think

Wow. Both of the big “news” outlets regularly annoy me with the heavy-handed, pointed interviews. But CNN? You clinched it for me this afternoon. No, it wasn’t another Molson-drinking squirrel. It was the Rick Sanchez replacement. Brooke Baldwin’s interview with Republican candidate Iott was over the top. I’m not defending this guy’s politics, but way to imply that those who… Read more →

The Gulf

I watched my children play in the sand while a storm came in, never quite reached us, but left us a rainbow that spanned the trees and the beach and gulf, all the way to the horizon. I listened as my children discussed whether the pot of gold was in the forest or in the deep blue sea, and where… Read more →

What are you going to be?

Tiller and I were sitting on the love toilets this afternoon. (That’s what we call our Jack and Jill toilets, right by each other, but separated by a door. You can hold hands while taking a poo. Love toilets.) Me: “What ya been doing?” T: “I’m playing doctor with Snoopy.” Me: “Are you going to be a Doctor when you… Read more →

Bossy and Stubborn

This story will not surprise anyone who knows Rollie and me well. Rollie and I? We are just alike in so many ways. We can be a little intense. Focused to the point of obsession about things we enjoy doing. (God forbid you ask us a question while we are reading.) We don’t like to be told what to do.… Read more →