Do you ever feel paralyzed by a sickening fear that it’s too late for you to find a passion or pursue a new course in life? Do you ever think, “If only ___________ (some bizarrely-perfect combination of events) would happen, THEN I could ______________ (insert …
A conversation with a friend at the park this week turned up the heat on a dilemma already simmering in my mind. Growing up in the church I was repeatedly exposed to the idea that men are supposed to be the spiritual leaders of the …
Thank God no one is grading me on this parenting thing, because I’ll be the first to admit that most days I wonder if I’m even eking out a C- . This week alone I drove one kid to school with his “100 days” class …
“Yeah, you’re stressed and now you’re stressing me out and everyone else!” Said my 8 year old boy. When did my 2nd grader become a conniving wee therapist who could deftly wield a shovel to simultaneously unearth my mood and bury my parental authority alive? …
I don’t know how May snuck out the back door so quickly but June is already unpacked and throwing a confetti of school events and pre-summer shenanigans in the Burr house. I’m trying to squeeze a couple extra doctors appointments, coffee dates, and writing deadlines …
(Sung Mostly to the Tune of Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer) If my kids were Santa’s reindeer, Helping him deliver mirth, They’d need a little practice, Before taking trips ’round earth. My oldest would be quite ready, To lead the team o’er field and …
I would so enjoy the moment right now if it weren’t for that next glittery thing just beyond my reach. The now is filled with the mundane, the commonplace, the grit of reality. Laundry. Doctor’s appointments. Weight to lose. A soul dream not fully realized. The “next” holds promise of magic, …
Husband of mine, when you get home you may have a few minor questions for me. You know, mostly revolving around when and why the sanity left our home. While I’m not able to fully answer that without a lawyer present, I can at least …
My counselor asked me once why I always feel behind. Oh gracious, I could write a book about that. But it all starts with intending to wake up before my children, and snoozing in just a few extra peaceful minutes only to find one of them waking me …
“Fat people gotta eat!” she said as she poked around an end of aisle snack food display at the grocery store. She’d been talking half to herself, half to my three year old son who has the innocence and charm to engage many a stranger. …