The Sentimentalist
One afternoon last weekend I came home to find John reading a book called “This is the Turkey” with the girls. They had gone to the library to check out holiday books – jonesing for the season to begin. This particular story is centered around a family that comes together for a thanksgiving feast. Food is… read more
Many moons ago in a time that now feels far away I was a television reporter. I was an in-front-of-the-camera girl. While many of you may think I am a limelight kind of person if I am being frank I was never completely at ease in front of the camera. I covered breaking news in… read more
Because my darling daughter woke me at 5am (make that 4am with daylight savings) I am in need of Grace. Grace to not be angry. Grace to not be cranky. And Grace to forgive my sweet child for waking mommy at an unGodly hour on what I consider to be a Godly day. I ask… read more
Every so often a person enters into our home and John likes to call her “Bad Idea Lindley”. I personally think a better name might be “Spontaneous Adventuresome Lindley” – but Tomato/Tom-ah-to I suppose… For now we will just go with John’s moniker. “Bad Idea Lindley” might or might not be responsible for things such… read more
Secretly I wish my kids could wear small (somewhat stylish) collars that shock them ever so lightly (enough to make them stop but not enough to really hurt them) every time they whine. Is that bad? Secretly I hope that one day John drops one of his gargantuan wooden shoe trees onto his big toe… read more
My “editor in chief” pointed out that yesterday’s post was not clear. Please do click on the bolded words in each sentence to see what I’ve been reading… I think you’ll enjoy them. image: betype.com
Guess who? When I was young there was a rule in our household. With toys and candy there were reasonable limits, but with books the sky was the limit. My mom couldn’t imagine limiting our access to reading so she very rarely declined a request to buy books. I remember waiting with bated breath each… read more
And it is that simple… Or is it? I seek the zen. I don’t feel it all the time – yet – but I seek it. These days I try to portray a woman living a slow-paced peaceful existence each and every day. My insides might be moving at 100 miles per hour – but… read more
Once upon a time there was a mommy who was very tired on Sunday because she had a big weekend. Sadly that mommy’s husband had to leave for a 4 day business trip that very same night at 7:30pm. That was unfortunate. On Monday morning when that mommy woke up with her two children at… read more
Sometimes a deep hole is chiseled into our hearts. A hole that is filled with anguish, sadness, fear, and very deep grief. The hole remains. We ruminate and ponder – seeking answers. Eventually we cover the surface to protect the wound and allow it to heal. The hole underneath remains. The outer space is covered… read more
