I lose something so frequently that it’s embarrassing. The embarrassment comes because once I do find it again, I swear this time I’ll never lose it. How could I? When I finally have it, it feels like freedom to enjoy (or at least find gratitude in) every single second of life. How could I lose…
Tag: motherhood
A House that’s Lived in
One of the core memories of my Dad growing up was that he was always wiping down the counters. Before breakfast, after breakfast, home from work, make a cup a coffee. He had a damp dish rag and he knew how to use it. This guy’s got a problem! I thought. What a weirdo! I…
Count Your Blessings, Not Your Chins. 