Squeaky wheels and birds in bushes

My father-in-law knew all the idioms that have become American Proverbs. The squeaky wheel gets oil. A bird in the hand is worth two in the bush. Don’t cry over spilt milk. You have to know when to which. I didn’t always understand them or how they fit but he seemed to pull one out for every situation. Do you remember the father in My Big Fat Greek Wedding? Remember...

My Undefined Obsession with Food (guest post)

“This will be the last time. I need it once more and then I’ll be OK. I know it costs too much, I know what it’s doing to me but I can’t take it…I have to have it today.” Did you think I was talking about drugs? Sex? No, sadly this daily conversation happens in my head on the way to the adorable coffee shop next to my work. I’ve...

What if it all started with that apple?

Jack Sprat could eat no fat, His wife could eat no lean; And so betwixt them both, They lick’d the platter clean. 1639 England I met Mel, virtually, through her blog. Her words were raw and exposed a vulnerability as she wrote through her pain. She spoke of her therapist and swimming and working her way back to health. Mel was bulimic. A daughter of a friend of mine started talking to...

I'll Remember For You

This is my third, or maybe 5th, attempt to write something about Mother’s Day. I’ve started from this way and that and clicked “move to trash” every single time. No fluff or sweet stories. No whining about the dementia or trips down memory lane. Just words she can’t read and wouldn’t understand but the heart wants to shout to whoever is reading: Thank you Mama! Thank you for not being...

Celebrate me home

Before him was her. That summer, the only time I attended that camp in Georgia, a not so good week at all for me but that’s when I first saw her and she left an impression on me right then. I was fifteen. She was teaching the morning bible class. Before him, her firstborn son, the one I would later marry, was her writing on the board the different personality types...

Tired

I want to retreat. To hide out from people, people I know, and just pretend I have this normal life where I’m a housewife (I was good at that role) and I can tidy up things that are a bit in need and cook a healthy dinner for us and maybe pay attention to the art class I’ve had to ignore due to schedule or do something else creative, but...

It's messy up in here

We were laughing as we often do. Eric telling John about something I’d written and John cringed and said, “that’s messy”. I stood defiant as I replied, “I’m messy.” There was one thing mama didn’t tolerate and that was a mess. My hair was cut in the short pixie until mid way through grade school because mama wanted it neat. I was allowed to let it grow only with the...

This Day Won’t Last [Five-Minute Friday]

They tell you these days won’t last. People who’ve lived life and have been where you are but you don’t listen. These days are unending and some days you just want them to move, faster. Diaper and teething days and the lack of sleep days, these days seem to last far too long. The days of youth and life and living full, these days will last. Won’t they? And you...