Work, children, heels, and writing angst. The usual drill.

I haven’t been blogging much lately because my well is dry. My well is dry because I’m cramming, as promised, 5+ days of work into three (+ occasional phone meetings on Mondays and Fridays). And by cramming, I actually mean enjoying myself immensely. Work...
Snowpacolypse II

Snowpacolypse II

You know how we roll down here in the South. A hint of a hint of a flake, and schools start closing faster than banks on holidays. We take snow seriously. We go to Walmart and buy bread and milk and, as my mocking Chicagoan friend Heather says, make French toast. I...
The golden parenting years

The golden parenting years

I think we’re in them. The kids are 10-almost-11, 7, and 3. We are  in that lovely stage of post-diaper and pre-driving-and-dating. The kids play together and alone. They need us, but not too much. They love us, and still like us. They even like each other. Here...
Pity party, sprained ankle edition

Pity party, sprained ankle edition

For those of you who don’t know, I sprained my ankle two weeks ago Monday. The girls were off from school, and we planned a hike at Rich Mountain Loop in the Smokies. I ended up having a call scheduled at 2 p.m., and we didn’t want to have to rush the...