Do you remember reading “All Quiet on the Western Front” in your freshman English class? I can barely remember it, but I remember the artwork on the cover. It was stark barbed wire and a German soldier. The story recounts the mental and physical toll of World War I. It was a story that I… Continue reading Battlefields of Verdun, France
This past week was spring break for the kiddos. Usually, we try to do something fun and get the heck out of dodge for the week. Last year, we hit up Rome and Paris; the year before that, Walt Disney World. This year? Bueller? Bueller? Bueller? Sorry kids, mom had to work. Except for one.… Continue reading Europa-Park, Germany
Being a mom is quite possibly the toughest and craziest job you’ll ever have. You’ll learn multiple new languages, your little boss will often spew his breakfast all over you, you’ll become a quick-changing magic act, ward off monsters in closets, kiss invisible boo-boos, become a magnet for all things drool and booger related, and be… Continue reading Welcome to the momhood
Boy and Girl Child have an exclusive membership to a world-renowned club. This club has great perks: travel to far-off lands, make friends the world over, and even live in exotic places like Kansas. There are a few downsides to this particular society as well. You have to join a different region every couple of… Continue reading The secret society of brats
We made a crucial mistake. One that we should have seriously known better than to do. We got too comfortable. It’s easy to do when you find a rhythm that works for you. Get up, go to work, come home, spend time with the kids, rinse and repeat. Maybe you take a trip somewhere. Maybe… Continue reading Don’t get too comfortable
Apparently, I do. This afternoon, Husband was showing me some photos that he took while shooting hoops with Girl Child and Boy Child (before Boy Child socked him in the stomach with the ball). As he was flipping through the pictures, he paused and said, “Awww…Harry Potter!” It was then I realized I had totally… Continue reading Who forgets Harry Potter?
I left home in 1996. I was fresh out of high school and the world beckoned. I moved about three hours from my hometown — far enough away to spread my wings (and make stupid decisions without stern parental repercussions), but close enough to get home if I missed it or if there were family… Continue reading Going Home