Dear Mom in the Waiting Room.

Dear Mom in the Waiting Room.

Dear Mom in the Waiting Room, I didn’t see you at first. What I noticed as we walked in was a young, laughing girl spinning around with a stuffed animal at the end of her outstretched arms. She had that kind of pure laugh that made me smile just hearing it. We...
The Mother’s Day Fairy.

The Mother’s Day Fairy.

Happy Mother’s Day. I started thinking about this Hallmark holiday, and what it really means.  To me, usually, it’s another day of pressure. Was this Mother’s Day special enough? Did Jax enjoy it?  Did I remember to store last year’s handmade...
My mom, the evil genius.

My mom, the evil genius.

There is glue all over my kitchen countertop.  A layer of clear, gritty film that my lavender-scented Mrs. Meyers will not remove. It is dried and it is STUCK. I am literally going to have to sand the granite. “Jax, what’s all over the counter?”...