There are no bad people, not really

"Do you think my mom is a bad person?" Peanut asked, sitting at the kitchen counter, feet dangling over discarded flip-flops while eating a late breakfast. "I don't really know your mom," I answered cautiously, "why?" "cuz my last foster parent said my mom was a bad person and that's why I can't live with … Continue reading There are no bad people, not really

The scents and sounds of sisters

There hasn't been much snow this year, but the sharp temperatures have still been painful. So when a true snow day appeared on Friday, the kids were giddy. Unfortunately for The Hare, snow does not prohibit school from happening. And since we had already taken a few days off for gymnastics, there was much work … Continue reading The scents and sounds of sisters

Gymnastics teaches lessons I didn’t know I needed to learn

Four years later, each gymnastics season still reveals unexpected treasures in my child. For two years we bonded with a couple of amazing individuals who felt more like family than coaches. My daughter knew what was expected of her, she knew where she stood in the hearts of her coaches and she desired to make … Continue reading Gymnastics teaches lessons I didn’t know I needed to learn

There really is no “I” in team

"MOM!" sobbed The Hare, clutching her right hand, "Something is wrong with my finger." We had a houseful of people for Easter, our second annual taco bar potluck dinner with two other gymnastics families. The kitchen was piled high with half eaten plates, empty glasses, raucous laughter and genuine conversations. Six girls had been in … Continue reading There really is no “I” in team

These Boots Weren’t Made for Walking

I glanced at the clock one more time, wondering when DW and The Tortoise would be home from the swim meet. It had been over for some time. Since DW and I had driven separately, I left after The Tortoise finished her heat.  I wanted to get home to make dinner and get The Hare … Continue reading These Boots Weren’t Made for Walking