• Hood Life

    To most people, I’m this wild woman who juggles flaming torches while riding a unicycle and cooking supper, blindfolded.  Wild-yes.  And I’m not afraid to break out my juggling skills, just don’t light them on fire.  But I’ve decided that my life really consists of yelling, “Where is Harrison?” every 5 minutes. A few nights ago, I was elbow deep in e-mails, lists about lists and text messages, while trying to get my work schedule ironed out.  So I didn’t even look up when I yelled, “Where is Harrison?” I heard his little voice from around the corner, “I’m done!” I looked up long enough to make eye contact with…

  • Arms Held High

    I would have rather been punched in the gut by Hulk than hear the words that came out of his mouth. “I want a divorce,” it knocked the air straight out of me. Then he hung up the phone. I stood speechless on the sidelines of our oldest son’s soccer game. I was never speechless, especially at a sporting event. But words couldn’t move past the lump in my throat. What was I going to do? How would I tell his three children? Would they think we were working on soccer agility if I grabbed my kids and sprinted to the car? I had never felt so alone. Shouting my…

  • Add a Little Butter to it

    When my sister, Casey, was in college, she called home, “Granny, I’m trying to make this but I just can’t get it to taste like yours.”  There isn’t a single one of us who didn’t make a phone call (countless times) to Granny to try and figure out how to make it just right.  Because just right was always how Granny made things.  “You have to taste of it as you’re making it and add to it as you go,” she responded to my sisters cooking skills.  “I have, Granny, and I still can’t get it to taste like yours.” (I mean, who can?)  And with all of my Granny’s…

  • You too.

    Our homestudy is complete and we are just waiting on our agency’s final stamp of approval then it will head to India and get logged into their system (this could take several months).  So, just to celebrate this step, I wanted to share the letter my sister woke up to one morning this past November.  Because when I become a mom again, she becomes an aunt again.  And being called “aunt” only falls second in line to being a mom. November 12, 2018 Aunt Casey, One day I will call you crying because mom and I had a fight. Another day I’ll call to tell you about my accomplishments, from…

  • Ruling Emotions

    I fired up the four-wheeler and revved her up a few times.  Weren’t these supposed to be a Christmas gift to the kids from their grandparents?  I had one of my kids on there with me, so that counted, Merry Christmas kiddo!  I tore out, throwing gravel around the first little curve and hitting 5th gear before I reached the next.  I let out a squeal like a teenage girl at a One Direction concert.  The kid leaning back against my chest let out a squeal too, but it sounded more like they were in a bad scene from a Freddy Kreuger movie, “Mom, I don’t want to ride this…

  • India Bound

    Wasn’t it just yesterday when I sat fidgeting on the third floor of orphanage #20?  I rose to my giddy feet as I heard them making their way.  I don’t remember the woman holding him or how many stood there.  But I do remember taking him out of her arms, black curls galore and those big brown eyes.  My #1. Two years later and #2 came along.  Trying to rule the roost from the beginning, telling me when I could sleep, demanding to eat, and then stealing my heart with those blues.  Not much has changed.  My girl! About the time she started toddling we decided, what’s one more?  Besides,…

  • When Busyness is all up in my Business

    Do y’all remember that Ludacris song, Rollout?  I hope not.  But if you’re like me…and you do, I still play the line in my head that says, “Get up out my business, my business.”   That’s about the only line in that song that resonates with my 35 year old, mom of four, business owning, entrepreneur chasing, butter slinging self.  And by butter, I mean the real kind that you find in my potatoes.  Not the on fiyah, hot, sik, radical urban dictionary definition of butta, like I know you were thinking. Here lately there’s so much I need to just get up out my business, and I’m not talking about my…

  • A Breath

    I picked up my phone to see it was 5 a.m., I rolled over to realize she wasn’t in the bed with me.  It was mid June and when we arrived at our hotel in Indiana, it was booked full for the night.  And of course, the air conditioner didn’t work, so a big commercial fan hummed me back to sleep.  She’s a grown woman and I figured she had just gotten up to go to the bathroom.  In the bed beside me was my other friend, Savannah.  She was out, along with her sweet, round faced 9 month old next to her. Next thing I knew it was 7…

  • Hosting her Heart

    I woke her up early, the rest of the house was still asleep.  She put her clothes on that we had laid out the night before and then slipped into my room.  “Mom”, I heard as she opened the bathroom door.  She squeezed me tight and watched as I put my contacts in.  Then she slid open my jewelry drawer and picked up the gold bracelet she had made me from the kit she had received at Christmas.  It was loud and completely clashed with my green sweater and simple silver necklace I had on.  She slid it on my wrist and then pulled my arm so I would lean…