If you’re not from Michigan, you may not know that we all talk with our hands. See how the hand is the shape of the state? That little house is where Ann Arbor is. That star is where Lansing, the Capitol, lies. I’m going to miss that part of being a Michigander. (Or, more accurately,Continue reading “100th Post”
Category Archives: family
Matched and Still Married
Being matched is a good feeling. I don’t talk about my marriage much on my blog, but I think today I will. I’m not a believer in destiny or “the one I am meant to be with.” I just knew Josh was interesting and I wanted to be around him forever. This is how heContinue reading “Matched and Still Married”
MATCH DAY
It’s 9 am and instead of going to work, Josh and I are dancing around the house to this song. Dance with us!
I Need a Chair or a Flashlight
Josh is on this weird rotation where he works early, so he goes to bed early, and for the last week I’ve been the only one up past 9:30. What’s weird is that I haven’t wanted to write–normally a signal all is not well. But it’s okay. I’ve been preoccupied. Not unmotivated. Be proud ofContinue reading “I Need a Chair or a Flashlight”
“Talent” Night
Does the title give me away? Or possibly my rant over on Facebook? Apparently, I’m not done ranting because I’m blogging about it now. Chelsea is a small town. There aren’t THAT many kids in Eleanor’s school, yet there are 41 acts in the “Talent” Show? It was only 5th and 6th graders, too, notContinue reading ““Talent” Night”
Nnick-Knack Paddy-Whack
My sister actually reminded me of this story in the comments of a post a couple weeks ago. I’ll get to it in just a second but I don’t think I’ve blogged about how inspiring it is to have kids. They really do the funniest stuff, and in many ways, Eleanor and Magnolia have inspiredContinue reading “Nnick-Knack Paddy-Whack”
Writing, Sex, Parenting, and Poop
It’s probably no coincidence and I almost hate to admit it, but I got some serious writing done this weekend! It helped that I had NO plans and pretty nearly divorced the household to hole away with my manuscript and my young adult author imagination. And, yes, I’ve “run” (Let’s just call it treadmill time)Continue reading “Writing, Sex, Parenting, and Poop”
My Apologies, Raymond Chandler
Have you met our beagle, Phillip Marlowe? He was pound dog. So cute, right? Good thing because his sense of smell is bigger than his brain. Beagles are just that way. They’re like detectives, sniffing out the riff-raff and whatnot. Hence, my husband named him after Raymond Chandler’s most famous book character. If only myContinue reading “My Apologies, Raymond Chandler”
I’ve Got To Pull My Shit Together
It all comes down to exercise. When I run regularly, everything is better: writing, level of alertness at work, patience with the kids, bedroom attitude, general okayness about the world. I hate that this is true, but it is. So today I blog about how I’m going to get back on that damn treadmill. IContinue reading “I’ve Got To Pull My Shit Together”
Describing Ugly
The four of us were sitting around last night just talking. The girls have no school today and we let them set up camp in the living room last night, and stay up late. We all ate Valentines Day candy and gossiped. Doesn’t every family do this? Eleanor had received her first box of chocolatesContinue reading “Describing Ugly”
Jody Sparks Mugele 