Dear little peanut, I pen these words on Monday, in celebration of your whole big first week of life. I’m practically ancient compared to you, with my wrinkly elbows and a tummy that made me a little depressed when I tried on skirts yesterday. I need to tell you something, and maybe you’ll be quick…
The nightmares have started earlier than I imagined they would. Still a month out, and I’ve already had two back-to-school dreams. My teacher friend says no matter how many years you’ve been at this job, you’ll still have the Oh no, I’m standing in front of my class and I forgot to wear a skirt…
Hello all! I haven’t written you a personal little note for ever so long. How is your summer? I’ll admit to you that I’ve been waking up often this summer and thinking about all the things I should do –then crawling back under a quilt and going back to sleep until a ridiculously late time….
Yesterday I cleaned the coffeemaker by running vinegar through it. Three people walked into the house several hours after the vinegar was poured down the sink. They squinched their noses, and I apologized for the smell. I don’t know if this counts as a legitimate blog post or not, but I have to state this…
In 1987, I left Wyoming to go to college in Texas, and it was a great adventure. But now that we’re looking at colleges for that 6’ baby boy of mine, I think leaving town to go to school sounds stupid. Don’t you think he should live at home forever and go to our community…
Everyone says it –the first year of teaching is a grunt. (Grunt: The Montana word for straight-up hiking trails.) I made it through that first year when I knew nothing. Maybe less than nothing, if that’s possible. So I learned on the backs of everyone around me. Kudos to the secretaries who answered exactly 746,482…
Once upon a time there were three beautiful sisters… And each one had her own reason to be cynical. depressed. and self-absorbed. The firstborn sister, the bossy one, yes? Has had physical ailments for years. The middle one, who either never does wrong or never gets caught, recently said goodbye to her husband a few…
Something you may not know about me –I despise summer heat. We only have a little AC unit in our window upstairs, so before bed I put box fans in the windows to pull in the evening cool air, and I close up the east side curtains. In the morning I frantically pull the fans…
Hey guys! I’m not usually a poem person, except for the occasional Roses are Red… but one of my readers sent this to me, and it’s so full of her story and encouragement for all of us that I want to share it with you. She asked to stay quietly anonymous, but she was generous…
A few years ago I started this humble little blog, and I had to come up with a name for it. I started with Tiddlywinks, because that’s how my writer grandma signed all of her delightful letters –the kind that used to be typed on paper and sent in an envelope. Then I changed to…
After 12 hours of driving from the middle of Wyoming to our home that almost bumps into Canada, we walked in the door to the most horrific grinding motor sound coming from upstairs. I dropped everything in my hands and ran for our bedroom. Our poor little window AC unit sounded like she was about…
I’ll tell you this –I felt smooshed on the 4th of July. Every chair had some aunt or grandma or cousin in it, plus a few borrowed friends crowbarred in. There I was trying to be sad because there was no dad in this celebration except for our story telling about him, and those two…
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