A birthday party turns wild leaving a prince in a dangerous situation. This is why a mother prays constantly for her family especially her children. Continue reading “One Wild Night”
I watched my youngest prince run in the backyard. He moves with fluid grace. His actions, arm movements, and facial expressions indicate a magnificent battle playing out in his head. His heart is in the story. He does not notice me watching for a few minutes from my bedroom window. Continue reading “Stories Lost?”
My weekend started with the big dresser switch. Can we get it done in one weekend? One son has to work. The rest of us want to recoup from the week. My weekend warrior said “Oh it is so on!” Is that a creak I hear in my shoulders?
Youngest Prince exits his room. He says “You’re lucky. I just died.” Continue reading “The Things I Hear!”
Now don’t get all excited except, if it’s about Princes of the Realm. This has nothing to do with the name Trump. It has everything to do with the actual verb “trump…” Continue reading “Trumping Mom”
Ack! I found it! It does exist. At least for moms it does! It looks like the detritus of the life of a teen boy. But…Methinks its moving…the stuff may be alive! What sort of creature is this? Continue reading “The Monster under the Bed!”