We lived in a little farmhouse on the outskirts of town. Dad was on the road as a truck driver, so it was mostly just mom, my little brother, and me. Mom’s life was not easy, especially with a constantly squabbling 13-year-old and 5-year-old. I don’t remember the particulars, but I know my mom was... Continue Reading →
flashback friday – 13 august 2009
EACH FRIDAY I HIGHLIGHT OLD FAVORITES FROM MY PREVIOUS BLOG, “FROM THE TOP OF THE STAIRS.” I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE RE-RUNS AS MUCH AS I DO... --- "ENTERPRISING YOUNG THING" This past week, Savannah got bored and decided to set up the stereotypical lemonade stand to make some money. The only problem was that... Continue Reading →
flashback friday – 27 july 2009
EACH FRIDAY I HIGHLIGHT OLD FAVORITES FROM MY NOW-ABANDONED BLOG, “FROM THE TOP OF THE STAIRS.” I HOPE YOU ENJOY THE RE-RUNS AS MUCH AS I DO! --- "THINGS I MISS" A hairbrush, gray. Another hairbrush, pink. Kitchen knives: 20 or more; the latest set less than 3 months old. Socks. Shoes. Headphones. Cell phones.... Continue Reading →
flashback friday – 13 dec 2008
Each Friday I highlight old favorites from my now-abandoned blog “From the Top of the Stairs.” I hope you enjoy the re-runs as much as I do! Oh, Savannah is soooo going to kill me when she sees I reposted this! (Insert evil laugh here). This is one of my all-time favorite Savannah stories. Even... Continue Reading →
flashback friday – 5 dec 2008
Each Friday I highlight old favorites from my now-abandoned blog "From the Top of the Stairs." I hope you enjoy the re-runs as much as I do! Braden will probably hurt me if/when he sees this repeat! However, he and I went running together last night (he felt I needed his encouragement - "Just ONE... Continue Reading →
flashback friday – 29 nov 2008
Each Friday I highlight old favorites from my now-abandoned blog "From the Top of the Stairs." I hope you enjoy the re-runs as much as I do! Another favorite memory! --- "NEVER TOO YOUNG TO MESS WITH!" Tonight Savannah came into our bedroom holding a small, white scrap of paper in her hands. In a... Continue Reading →