Every spring hope pokes up in the fertile loam of my optimistic (Shawn would substitute delusional) heart and I plant. This year I bribed and badgered two of my daughters into joining me in my overgrown backyard bed. We cleared away the dead plants from last year and a bumper crop of weeds aided by…
The optimistic, inconsistent, oblivious gardener
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Turning in my “active duty mom card”
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Last weekend this mom survived two big milestones. Anna, my youngest, graduated from high school on Saturday. Two days later, she turned 18. In just the space of 48 hours, I had no more K-12 kiddos and no more minor children. It’s enough to make a mama swoon. I’d been simultaneously anticipating and dreading those…