The nurse flung open the curtain. She introduced herself (I don’t remember her name) and then quickly ducked her head back out into the hallway to hack up a lung. She reminded me a bit of The Albino from The Princess Bride. This exact, iconic moment:
If you haven’t seen this movie, shame on you. Watch it. Be enlightened. Thank me later.
Once she settled her respiratory business, she made her way over to the side of my hospital bed. I couldn’t help but notice her long, gray hair tangled around her shoulders was in much need of a deep conditioning. Focus, Libby.Continue reading →
It was a typical Saturday morning. I shuffled into the kitchen, popped in a Keurig cup and placed my favorite mug in position to receive one of God’s greatest gifts to mankind. As the sweet, sweet caffeine slowly dripped into my mug, I rubbed my eyes and ran my hands through my hair attempting to tame the lion’s mane.
I scanned the kitchen to get my bearings. And there it was. The point of unspoken contention for the last five days. The source of quiet frustration. The test I put in place for my husband. The test I didn’t tell him about, the test he failed, and what I am now simply calling The Dish. Continue reading →
Dear parents of three-year-olds everywhere, this one is for you. For you snot-wiping, cartoon-watching, potty-training, question-answering, Play-Doh-molding heroes. I am in awe of you. In awe of your patience. Of your multi-tasking abilities. And of your unassuming Hulk-like arm strength.
Maybe I didn’t notice it last year because I lived in the land of newlywed bliss and we just sat around staring into each other’s eyes and waiting on the other’s every need, but we sure do watch a lot … Continue reading →
I first met Dee in a University of Missouri parking lot. What is with me meeting Moss women in parking lots? Parking Lot WG6 to be exact. We met during the fall of 2009 at a tailgate on a football … Continue reading →
Today’s Moss woman is my sister-in-law Amy. She is the one who lets P and me steal Ella for adventures and still speaks to us when we return the little tyke all hopped up on sugar. Amy will give you … Continue reading →
My mother-in-law is a saint. That really is the best way to describe her. The woman raised five of the most wonderful and ornery (like, really ornery) men I know, four of whom have married incredibly independent and opinionated (like, … Continue reading →
I don’t like to shop. I know. What little cool points I had just plummeted. But I never have. It may have something to do with the terribly lit fitting rooms and the fun house mirrors. No matter the outfit … Continue reading →
I slowly cracked open the oven to peek at my creation. I thought to myself, “Oh, just look at those gloriously golden tops.” But I froze the instant the blueberry-infused scent waves filled my nostrils. And then time slowed down … Continue reading →