‘Twas the Month Before E-Christmas

‘Twas the Month Before E-Christmas

Twas the month before Christmas and all through the house The tree decorated, no fight from the spouse. Each year we argue with all of our might About bangles and ornaments–those god-blasted lights. “The red bows are cluttered,  they can’t all go...
I Hate You. I Wish You Weren’t My Mom!

I Hate You. I Wish You Weren’t My Mom!

I hear this once a day. The first time Declan said the “h” word, he didn’t like dinner. I’m not phased. If I were a regular mother, I’d have been crushed. Devastated, even. But I’m a teacher. Kids hate me all the time. I gave too...
Getting Angry at God for Easter

Getting Angry at God for Easter

There are moments when a mother looks at her child and thinks, “I messed up here.” The subject of God is one of them. God has always been quite good to me. I grew up in a community where everyone truly lived out the meaning of that word. No person suffered...