Thoughts and daily ramblings about life as a mother of five.
As Anna drove a colicky baby around her California neighborhood, it occurred to her that the trees heavy with luscious and abundant fruit could make a huge difference for low income families.
The other morning, I was digging around for something in the back of my closet when I found a framed photograph I’d stashed there in one of my fits of manic tidying.
Last night I did what I ordinarily do around eleven o’clock. I shut down my laptop computer and put it away, then closed the book I was reading and set it on the lamp stand next to the sofa. I brought my water glass and my wine glass into the kitchen and put them in the dishwasher. While my husband went outside to smoke his last cigarette for the evening, I climbed the stairs and readied myself for bed.
This Thanksgiving, I am thankful for all the lessons my parents taught me. I am grateful because those lessons are now all I have. I don’t get any new advice.
Is there something the matter with me? As a wife? Because here’s the thing: I don’t always like to do my “wifely duty.”
