By eight years old, I was already skilled in the art of fetching my stepfather a drink. Not yet tall enough to reach the large glasses on the top shelf, or the liquor cabinet above the stove, I’d hoist myself onto the counter. Next I’d grab a plastic tumbler from the first cupboard, one of those ringed by four smart rows of penguins marching neatly round. A few steps of my bare feet across counter-top brought me to the highest cabinet where a bottle of Seagram’s 7 always fronted a handful of options.
When I was a kid, my stepdad used to play this game with us. He called it “The Quiet Game”. Mostly, I’m sure, because “The Get These Kids to Finally Shut the Heck Up Game” takes too long to say. The game went like this. We’d be driving somewhere; he at the helm, my mom… Continue reading The Quiet Game
“You’re just like your mother.” I’ve heard that curse thrown at many a woman, and never as a compliment. Just like your mother. The implication? Critical. Nagging. Sharp-tongued. Impossible to please. But the phrase always gave me hope. If all women eventually transform into images of their moms, I was seriously in luck! Nancy Smerdell is one… Continue reading Just Like My Mother…
Listen! Crying in the kitchen and hollering in the hall Eight eyes rolling up so sharply, irises get lost Deep dramatic sighs of simmering discontent Mix with muttered murmurs of imminent mutiny From the other side of the house, a door slams Knocking the picture frames and our smiles askew Teenage daughters, my four darling divas,… Continue reading Teenage Daughter Bop
Anyone who’s ever had the pleasure of looking for a job in the teaching field in the U.S. lately knows that K-12 teachers nowadays are expected to be “highly qualified.” Highly qualified is a term that got coined in the No Child Left Behind legislation fifteen years ago and it is defined using three qualifications:… Continue reading Highly Qualified to Raise Daughters
Better a serpent than a stepmother! -Euripides I know there’s a few of you (about two really) who have noticed the relative quiet on my blog- just a poem and a brief life update in the last few weeks- and have begun to wonder. “What,” you are thinking by now, “aspect of life is she… Continue reading In Defense of Evil Stepmoms
November 5th, I finally (finally!) got married for the first time at 37 years old. Since God mended my bitter little heart towards men more than a decade ago, this has been the desire of my heart. And, o man, do I ever love Jason. In so many ways he’s exactly what I’ve been praying… Continue reading What I’ve Learned From My First Month of Marriage