Monthly Archives: November 2006

I don’t ask for alot in life. Well, maybe I do, but I sure as hell don’t expect the heavens to open up deliver to my every whim. But one of the luxuries I do so enjoy, and very much … Continue reading →

Somebody recently said to me, “Maybe you should think about getting a job outside of the home so that you could get away from Devon on a regular basis.”* Nothing could sound sweeter than a dream like that. Today Devon … Continue reading →

She to me: Oh, is that a zit next to your nose? Me: Um, yes…. She: Wow. that’s huge! Huh, looks like you’ve been picking at it. Me: Yes. Well…. Oh, it appears that you have whiskers, much like a … Continue reading →

I am such a grass-is-eternally-better-on-whatever-side-I-am-not-on person. It is so unfair to those who happen to be in the present, but I sometimes can’t help but yearn for days gone past. This afternoon, after I had tutored Loren and four of … Continue reading →

After 6 days of visitng the hallowed ground of Provo, Utah, my kids are home. I have missed them dearly, but the respite has been so needed. I had a gazillion things to do while they were gone; I accomplished … Continue reading →

My parent’s house sits on the edge of a small valley. On one side are a couple of small subdivisions, where my parents bought a lot and had a house built about 30 years ago. On the other side is … Continue reading →

My mother is an early riser. When I say this, I don’t mean a 6:00 a.m. moderate riser. I mean a holy fucking, true as true 4:30 to 5:00 a.m. riser. SInce her house is completely open in the middle … Continue reading →

The phone has been ringing constantly for the past few days with people sending their love to my mother and our family. There have been many invitations to share turkey and gravy and even more thoughts of love and kindness. … Continue reading →

Yesterday Matt and the kids loaded up into a car to head out to Utah to visit his parents. They will be gone for 6 days and 5 nights, the longest they have been with him and away from me. … Continue reading →

About 6 weeks before he died, my father bought a truck. He said he bought it for Mrs. Craven as Mother’s Day gift, but we all recognized it for what it was: a Big Ass Truck toy for him. He … Continue reading →