Don’t put that word in my mouth

She did it again, God. But this time, my sweet youngest child heard her. And so, I had to speak up not once, but twice. First, to her. Then, to him. It seems the order should have been reversed. You know who I’m talking about. The one who speaks before she thinks. The one that…

Some love notes make me fret

I shoved the note into my coat pocket, absentmindedly, as I much too loudly herded my children out the door for school. I tried to think of it as a badge of honor, but at the time, the words in that note just hurt. In angry nine-year-old boy scrawl: “You do NOT love me and…