Lifestyles
Time marches on . . .
I can vividly remember the day I brought home my newborn twins. Petrified, inexperienced and totally oblivious to the journey I was about to embark on I found myself talking to these two little people whose every need depended on me. I can recall repeatedly telling them that I would do my best and I... »
First, last and in between
As a little girl she was the first one to dream of you. She was the first to imagine who you would be though she was still just a child herself. In her mind she held you and imitated that scenario with her baby dolls, carefully feeding and changing them, preparing herself for that... »
The song remembers when . . .
Tuesday evening my husband and I were having our usual run down of the day’s events, upcoming appointments and just catching up with each other. With the busy lives we lead the late night is sometimes the only time we have to actually sit down and talk. We pass each other coming and going every... »
Last minute rush
Saturday morning I woke with a start. Like a kid on Christmas I jumped up out of my bed and quickly threw some clothes on. I hadn’t had a spring in my step like that in quite a while. Right on cue the telephone rang. “Mrs. Bloom, this is the Lowe’s delivery, we will be... »
A wake up call
Sunday morning dawned with cloudy skies and rain patting the porch railing. That blessed combination is a sweet lullaby for me. I knew that I should stay up and begin our Sunday morning routine, but between the soft drum of rain, the quiet sound of my family sleeping and the luring of my couch... »
Making mountains . . .
When I was a kid one of my favorite things to do was play Army. I would round up my best “military” outfit, my most trusted gun and head for the woods. Sometimes my brother and I would act out our “modern warfare” and other times I would just pretend on my own. I can... »
Tool many irons in the fire
Have you ever intentionally walked into a room only to quickly forget why you came in that room in the first place? Somewhere in your mind you begin to argue with yourself because you know you had a purpose for coming in there but lost within the confines of an overworked and sometimes overstressed... »
Continuing the tradition
Recently one of my boys had a book to read for school and asked if we could take turns reading out loud to each other. Since I know my boys are not big fans of reading I agreed especially since it was a historical and I love most anything to do with history. So for... »
Tis the flu season
I don’t get sick very often. Praise the good Lord above I do not get sick very often, but when I do I seem to make up for lost time. The flu regretfully decided to make a pit stop at our house this year. I really shouldn’t call it a pit stop because it was... »
‘Don’t be a knee jerk’
In November of 2011 my son Luke was playing on a rope swing when he accidently fell and broke both of his arms. His left arm required surgery and he wore a cast on each arm until after the first of the New Year. When his accident happened it naturally scared all of us. In... »