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Writing and My Three Sons

Finding a quiet moment amidst the chaos

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If you enjoy to reading humorous life stories, then you've come to the right place!

 

The blogs on this site, often-cathartic forms of expression for me, center on the life of an indie author and the humor of raising my three sons, and allow me to share my insights, queries, and tales. I relish the opportunity to share my stories with my loyal readers and invite you to explore my site, and enjoy.

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The Journey, Not the Destination

I’m not always a practioner of patience, though I do strive to be. In today’s society of instant gratification, it is challenging to travel against the tide of impatience and embrace the value of the journey. Too often, I find myself wanting to ‘skip to the end’ of whatever path I’ve put myself on. This is not a character trait that I want to perpetuate but find myself exhibiting in some circumstances of late. (Truth be told, I sometimes feel the same way when someone is telling me a story that I lost interest in one minute into the telling, but I try not to let that thought bubble show.) I’ve been particularly challenged over the last two weeks after entering my first novel, that precious t

My Fourth Child (a.k.a. My Husband)

I often jokingly state that I have four boys rather than three. Okay, I admit that I’m not joking. You see my husband, or fourth child, is often the instigator of derailing and degenerating conversations and behaviors. He is the Jedi master of foolery and my sons, his Padawans. It is an endless cycle of fart jokes and wrestling matches that pepper each day in my house, and I just do my best to dart behind a piece of furniture for safety or corral the shenanigans to some semblance of normalcy. In addition to the training of his young Jedi, my husband also takes great delight in planting boy-related items throughout the house, just to see how long it will take me to notice them. I swear, if m

The Brain of a Twelve Year Old Boy

I have come to believe that the universe, in its infinite wisdom, blessed me with boys for a reason. This is not to say that I didn’t dream of a daughter when my husband and I began to talk about starting a family. In fact, that dream actually began when my childhood friend and I decided we would both have girls who would end up with life-long friendships like ours. She ended up with two girls and I’ve got my three sons. I won’t lie and say that I hadn’t hoped, with each pregnancy, that a little girl was growing under my heart. I did wish that, and experienced the twinge of disappointment when it was not to be, three times over. And yet, fifteen years after my first son was born, I can’t ima

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