The Second Dresser Drawer: A Heartwarming Story of Childhood Terror
“Fine,” said the younger daughter with great reluctance, “you can look in my room. As long as you don’t open the second dresser drawer.“
She looked at us with her I’m Not Kidding face, and her Don’t Try Me Right Now lip-pursing, and the I’m a Preteen And I WILL Knife You in Your Sleep stare, and we knew she meant business.
It was nighttime, just before we put kids to bed, and we … Continue Reading “The Second Dresser Drawer: A Heartwarming Story of Childhood Terror”
Turns Out I’m a Werewolf with a Giant Drug Problem
I’m going away for the weekend. My daughter gave me this note:
“I Love You — Super Doper Loper Cuper Mom.“
I have to say,
I love it when my kids think I’m a Super Doper.
That’s so much better than being an ordinary doper, don’t you think?
Whatever you do, do it to the best of your ability.
P.S. I assume Loper has something to do with my casual yet … Continue Reading “Turns Out I’m a Werewolf with a Giant Drug Problem”
5 Tips for Planning a Homeland Trip
We adopted our oldest daughter from Vietnam and our next two kiddos from Guatemala, so we regularly consider ways to incorporate their birth countries into our family life.
Now, because I’m me and you’re you and we’re not good at facades around here, I’ll tell you I sort of suck at the more common or, shall we say, consistent ways other adoptive families blend cultures. None of my kids have had language lessons. We rarely … Continue Reading “5 Tips for Planning a Homeland Trip”
Six Thousand Lives to Live
My friend sent me a prayer on Sunday. It came as I rushed to prepare for Miss Aden’s trip to the country of her birth. And as I berated myself for my lack of planning. And as I wondered again, for the billionth time, why I’m always rushing and busy and not attentive enough and not present enough and lots of other things with the words not and enough.
It’s just, you know, the … Continue Reading “Six Thousand Lives to Live”