A V Story: Disney Edition
Once upon a time, we took the kids to Disneyworld. It seems like it was a lifetime ago, but in all honesty, it was two weeks ago. Yup, two weeks ago — before things like social distancing, sheltering in place, and gubernatorial orders to stay at home for the foreseeable future. Our trip fell on …
Flashing Lights
*featured image courtesy of Vocal Media I’ve been stopped by the police three time in my life. The first time it happened, I was a young woman driving at night in Washington DC after leaving the apartment of a high school friend. I wasn’t comfortable driving in DC during the day — I’m still not …
Summer, summer time
I’ve reached the point of the summer where I vacillate between wanting these hot and lazy days to stretch on for another few week and doing drive-by of the school to see if I can throw the girls inside on the off chance the somebody, anybody, left a backdoor open. I have felt like I …
Seven
So this is seven. . . What once pooled around her little bitty legs, is now well past her knobby knees. We are certainly at the half way point for Miss V here. Happiest of birthdays to this fearless, funny, feisty, phenomenal little lady!
Small. . .and Blue
A few weeks ago, the girls and I were coming home from another long day of school and activities. As we trooped into the house, shedding bags and sweaters and such, I started reminding them what needed to be done in order to get dinner on the table as quickly as possible. They’re hungry when …
In Memoriam
“Do not stand at my grave and weep; I am not there. I do not sleep. I am a thousand winds that blow. I am the diamond glints on snow. I am the sunlight on ripened grain. I am the gentle autumn rain. When you awaken in the morning’s hush I am the swift uplifting …
Call Me By My Name
Jennifer, Melissa, Jessica, and Amy — these were the most popular girls names the year that I was born. My parents had a short list that included Heather, Holly, Fern, and Laurel, but on a Tuesday in September, 1978, Hilary was inked onto my birth certificate. Hilary, with one L. As a kid, I never …
That Time I Started Writing Again
I don’t even know if I remember how to do this. It’s been months since I’ve written anything. More specifically, it’s been 5 months and 12 days. Not that I’m counting, of course. 5 months and 12 days. When I’ve made the time to write, I haven’t had anything to say. When I get an …