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Category: Call me mom
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It's always a shock, isn't it, when you find out your sweet, perfect child…or pet…isn't quite as sweet or perfect as you believed? Alas, we've discovered an aggressive streak in our funny, goofy-looking, sociable guinea fowl Frankie. At first, I just brushed it off when he dashed in and pecked at the back of our…
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Sometime in the dark morning, I woke to the rumble of thunder and the drumming of rain on our metal roof. I drifted back to sleep in the middle of a prayer, but rose at 5 am to make a pot of coffee and check the weather forecast on the kitchen television, fingers crossed. Damn.…
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A familiar rumbling, snorting, clanking…a glimpse of John Deere yellow through the trees…and yep, there it is, our old friend coming around the bend and up to the house. How long has it been away from home? 3 years? 5? It was a bittersweet homecoming for our beloved backhoe yesterday, though. We have plenty of…
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It's Spring Break. There's no such thing as routine anymore. My drums will gather dust. Lately I've been stealing a few minutes from each morning to bang around on them before leaving for work – just one song a day from my "new to me" Mp3 player, still loaded with my daughter's playlist. Right now…
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When Mama's away, the boys will play! Look what I discovered in the house Friday afternoon when I got home from work … And Tom says I'm the softy in the family…
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On the news yesterday morning, I heard it was snowing in Dallas, so I called my oldest baby boy. "Hey, is it snowing? "Yeah." "So did you go play in it?" (guffaw) "No…I'm already late to work because of it! Why would I do that?" "Because you're a kid and it's snowing!" (sigh…I guess he's…
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A rainy morning. I can hear it, a steady hum. I can see it through the window, a steady stream cascading through the hole in the gutter where one day there will be a pipe diverting the rain to the pond. One day. There aren't many mornings I decide not to walk. Days of snow and ice…
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Clutter and chaos – the catchphrase of my house and life right now. Even my to-do lists are a mess, scribbled on scraps of paper scattered all over the house and shoved to the bottom of my purse. I am on a roll of writing and house projects…but I feel like someone trying to run with…
Long Hollow 