A Baseball Named Karma

Last Thursday, my son’s summer baseball season ended with a great big championship game win and a story for you, my dear readers. Back when Jameson’s baseball season started, I noticed one of the other mothers sitting by herself during one of the practices.  Her lawn chair was parked away from all of the other parents and she seemed … More A Baseball Named Karma

A Home Bar With a Conscience

When my husband and I constructed a home bar in our finished basement, we thought we were creating a place of occasional relaxation and adult escape.  We didn’t realize that we were installing a conscience as well. Workout completed, dinner finished, lunches packed, basketball practice done, homework complied with, nighttime stories read, the kids tucked into bed, kitchen … More A Home Bar With a Conscience

Crazy Hair Day

This is “Spirit Week” at Kenzie’s Daycare.  Why in the hell a daycare needs spirit, I don’t know.  I am fairly certain that the six-month olds don’t give a shit if their room’s mismatched outfits are better than the toddler room’s mismatched outfits. It’s bad enough they send home these freaking “homework assignments” once a month.  It’s not like I … More Crazy Hair Day

Meow

It was Easter time, two years ago in the Land of Guam, when I happened upon her.  She was beautiful; her pink and white fur gleamed, and her two black eyes were like bits of polished onyx under the fluorescent lighting.  Her shirt bore the embroidered message “hug me”.  Awwww. She was the most aesthetically … More Meow