My first grader is a READER. As in READS EVERYTHING. As in I nearly outed myself by leaving her Christmas list out on the desk in plain view because I completely forgot that she READS NOW. Side note: I am a reader, as well. I love to read, always have. Writing and reading are my
Author: thewrightsteph
It is a terrifying time to be alive. The fear is palpable and everyone has the blame squarely placed on someone else’s shoulders. Thanks, Obama. JUST KIDDING. This is a serious post (seriously, no offense to our president AT ALL!), but if you’ve read anything I’ve written previously, you know humor is my defense mechanism.
I just returned from a quick vacation with two of my oldest and dearest friends. Years ago, when two of us had newborn baby girls, we declared that, for our 40th birthdays, we would go on a trip together. Just the three of us. Four years went by in both the blink of an eye
I can’t stop this forward motion. Every day my daughters are growing. Unneeded step stools litter the hall. Audrey can feed the fish by herself and Olivia no longer listens to me read to her. Instead, she reads to me. Every new school year just reminds me how fleeting their childhoods are. Four and six.
Another installment of five-year-old feminism over here, folks. Honestly, this kid is constantly surprising me and making me proud. Late last year I wrote about Olivia’s struggle with feeling like, as a girl, she couldn’t do certain things that her boy friends could do. I gotta say, that wore on me. I did a lot
Get ready, folks. I’m about to plan another goodie bagless birthday party! We decided this year to take it a step further. Olivia will be six and I feel like she’s old enough to get this concept (I would credit who I heard it from, but school ends next week and Dunk-a-Teacher is tomorrow, and
I turn 40 in a few short days and it has hit me like the cliché ton of bricks people often talk about. Where did my life go? Not to sound overly dramatic, but honestly? It’s very likely that at least half of it is over. And, having had both parents die in their 40s,
I am so frustrated and angry, I don’t even know if I can get through this post. This… ignorance. I mean, okay. I know it’s all around and everywhere but DAMN if Facebook doesn’t just smack you in the face with it on the regular. People post memes and “jokes” and can’t understand why it’s
It’s been awhile since my kids have taken over my blog post, so without further ado I present the wisdom of Olivia, age 5, and Audrey, age 3. Olivia: Hey, Mom. Did you know there was a guy who died and came BACK TO LIFE?!?! Me: Um, yes. That’s Jesus. Where did you learn that?
My husband and I had parent/teacher conferences for our girls earlier this week and as we sat down in the teeny tiny pre-k chairs, Audrey’s teacher asked with a smile, “So? What do you think?” And for a minute I just remembered. About how scared Audrey had been on her first day. About how we
