While working on my website content, I thought a lot about my blog. Although I currently write mostly picture books for children, I am also writing a memoir. I am a songwriter. I journalize. That’s how I view my blog – it’s sort of like my journal. It’s a healthy way for me to both process and express my thoughts. When I journalize, however, I tend to be more… raw. My focus is on honest, universal topics that I can’t shake. Things that stick in my brain like molasses and won’t let go. If a topic interests me enough to wake me at night, then I’m probably going to write about it. Regardless of whether it is politically or socially “correct.”
Whatever THAT means.
I write this because I don’t want people to expect Dr. Seuss when they read my blog. I don’t cuss like Richard Pryor, but I admired his candor. Like Richard, I’ve lived some tough years. But through my trials, I’ve also learned a lot. I believe that everything happens for a reason. And I know that if it’s happened to me, it’s happened to someone else, too.
And that someone else could be you.
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Every year, Memorial Day weekend is a painful one for me. I never know if or when the memories will come flooding back. Sometimes, the days pass with relatively few thoughts of that pivotal holiday in 1982. Other times, like this past year, I’ll be emptying the dishwasher when I suddenly feel like I’m suffocating. MyView full post »
rev·e·la·tion ˌrevəˈlāSH(ə)n/ noun noun: revelation; plural noun: revelations A surprising and previously unknown fact, especially one that is made known in a dramatic way. I’ve had a revelation. My resolutions rarely work out the way I’ve intended. And I don’t think I’m alone. Last week, I returned toView full post »
Although I don’t usually post my stories, I’m posting this one for a holiday contest. Rules are that the story had to be based on the 12 days of Christmas, no illustration notes, and 300 words or less (mine’s 299!). Hope this brings a smile or two. 🙂 HAPPYView full post »
“What do I tell my children in the morning?” As the results from the election rolled, this question plagued me. And when I opened Facebook the next day, I saw that dozens of my friends were plagued, too. “What do I tell my kids?” “How do I raise a daughter in this environment?” The morning after theView full post »
Quote from 5/17/16 – Cassidy (in the shower) – “I love the loofah. It feels like fingernails.” (Pause, then calling to me) “Mama, do you have a loofah?” Me – “Hmmm. Not right now, I think. But I do like them.” Cassidy – “Did you have one when you wereView full post »
January, 2016 Me: “Hey kids, what do you think I was like as a child?” Cassidy (7yo): “You had super red hair…” Tye (5yo): “Correct.” C: “I think you had a coo-coo personality.” T: “You were beautiful and…” C: “You got teased.” T: “You were a good listener and a great adventurer and were feeling happy aboutView full post »
Tye, at 5 years old – “My name is Tye. But when I need to save someone, my name is Laser Finger.” Photo by Brook Hollis I want to open this blog with a disclaimer – I do NOT believe being a SAHM is better than being a working mom. I do not believe that being a working mom is better than being aView full post »
8/17/2014 (Cassidy was almost 6, Tye was 4): C – “I don’t know what I want to be when I grow up… There are so many choices!” T – “When I grow up, I want to be a grown-up.” I’m determined to get a draft of my memoir done before the 10th anniversary of my coma next April, but I have my work cut out for me.View full post »
When my daughter was 5, we were discussing the things for which we were grateful: Me – “I am grateful for my health. Your turn, Cassidy.” Cassidy – “I am grateful for my eyes, so I can see. Not like some people, who are blindfolded.” Innocent days – me, about ageView full post »
Conversation 4/8/2016, driving home in the rain: Me – “Today would have been my mom’s birthday.” Cassidy (7yo) – “Well… actually, Mama, it still is her birthday.” Me – “Yeah, I suppose you’re right.” Cassidy – “We should sing her Happy Birthday. She would like that.” Me – (quiet) Cassidy –View full post »
My son had just turned 3 and had to poop, but was resistant. In the bathroom, he had a toy fishing pole in his hands: Tye – “I can put this in my butt.” Me – “Why would you do that?” Tye – (quite seriously) “So I could catch the poopy.” Potty training. Every mother hasView full post »
One night at dinner, Tye was repeating everything Cassidy said at grace. Cassidy (6 years old) – “MAAAAAMAAAAA! Make him STOOOPPPPP!” Me – “Cassidy, he is only repeating you because he adores you and wants to be just like you.” Tye (4 years old) – “Yeah. I just want toView full post »
Cassidy (7yo) and Tye (5yo) came downstairs wearing underwear on their heads, over their clothes, and around their legs. We all got a good laugh, the kids put their underwear back in their drawers, and we sat down to dinner. Cassidy said, “I had EIGHT pair of underwear on me, including the pair on myView full post »
Dialogue with my son, Tye, when he was 2 years old. He had just injured himself and was crying: Me – “Where did you hurt yourself? Tye – “On my body!” Me – “But where on your body?” Tye (pointing at his leg) – “Right HERE!” Me – “Want me to kiss it and make it better?” Tye – No, I don’t want you toView full post »