Thoughts

All I wanted was to pull in my garage, walk in my house and go to bed.  After a long day of traveling, I was so tired and couldn’t wait to go to sleep.  I pulled in the garage, got out of my car and walked to the back door.  I hit the garage door…

After our last blog “Straight Talk About Weed,” which was shared by many people, I saw comments that said, “That’s her opinion. She’s welcome to think that, but there are no studies that can back up her statements.” Yes, I wrote from personal experience and personal beliefs.  Ray Lozano did not.  Every bit of his…

If you have known me for any length of time, you know my position on illegal drugs.  They are illegal, therefore I don’t use them. Not once, ever. With the recent legalization of marijuana in Colorado and Washington states, however, I could. I still won’t. I know too much about this drug to ever try…

Sometimes, when I look at Andrew, I can’t believe he’s not a little boy. He’s almost 13, and is turning into a handsome young man.  He is becoming more private and won’t let me into his world as easily.  I know this is all part of the process, but sometimes it’s just hard.  I’m thankful…

*Last night Andrew and I were putting up Halloween decorations.  I remembered this blog I’d written a couple of years ago.  Thankfully, I will again be home this year.   “She’s never here for Halloween.”  When I heard my son say those words to my friend, my head did a 180-degree turn.  “What the heck…

**I’ve written my blogs  the last few years, and just now choosing to publish them.  This is one that was written a few years ago.  Andrew doesn’t like to snuggle anymore, but, I’m still tired. 🙂   Andrew wants me to sleep with him. I would love to snuggle, but all I can think about…

I remember the first time I heard Lyle Lovett sing “Flyin’ Shoes.”  I had to play it over and over again. I especially loved the verse and chorus: Day’s full of rain The sky’s coming down again I get so tired Of these same old blues Same old song And baby it won’t be long…

[cue music] … I don’t get flowers anymore. I used to get them all the time. When we were outside and flowers were near, Andrew would always pick a few and present them to me with intense focus and an expression of undying love. [crescendo] The flowers always wilted within a few hours, but they…

“Mom, will you play foosball with me?”  Foosball.  The very last thing I wanted to do.  Sitting at my desk, I was trying to work on some airfare for my upcoming speaking engagements.  “Mom, will you?” Andrew said again. After asking for a foosball table for months, I finally bought him a nice one for…