To all the baseball moms who spend hours scrubbing red clay out of socks, pants, and jerseys… it’s worth it.
Edited and reposted from 2010. For some, Halloween is just another ordinary day, but not me. It’s Halloween! Changing leaves and crisp, cool air hint at my favorite time of year. Roasted turkey and pumpkin pie, peppermint and mistletoe, the sights and sounds and smells of the holidays all begin with Halloween. I … Read more
There are potholders and dishtowels in my junk drawer. It doesn’t strike me as odd to find them there because they tend to move from one drawer or cupboard to the next with no hope of settling in one place. It hasn’t always been this way. Once upon a time there was a special drawer in my kitchen … Read more
It’s destiny. I am a baseball mom. As such, my primary responsibility is to be my sons’ biggest fan. I take that responsibility rather seriously. When my oldest was three years old, I signed him up to play baseball for the very first time. I’ll never forget my encounter with a certain YMCA employee on … Read more
In a few days, my oldest son will turn 20 years old. Surely I am not old enough to have a 20 year old son…or perhaps I am. These days, I barely can recall where I last set down my reading glasses or car keys. How then, is it possible that my memory of Christian … Read more