Lost and Found

I lost myself on a train in Germany once. I was six months pregnant with Cora Jo and determined to see my sister in Hannover. I flew into Europe alone. We had concocted a rendezvous on a train on the way to the airport to fly from Germany to England. I knew a little...

4th Annual Weems Day

Four years ago today, we sat in a courtroom in California and solemnly swore to love, provide for, irritate, and embarrass Jedediah for life. His adoption was finalized quietly, just the judge, our social worker, and our family. The older three kids sat with us at a...

On Donuts and Driving

My dad is flying into Oklahoma today because it snowed in Amarillo seven years ago this month.  Maybe that is a bit dramatic, but it’s mostly true. In 2005, Matt was deployed to Iraq, and I was deployed in 29 Palms with three children ages 4, 3, and 1. In April, I...

Road Rambling

My friends say they would like to go back to wearing mascara, so I’ll mix up all the depressing moving posts with a couple about road tripping. They still might make you cry—road trips usually do that to me. A few things that seem to ALWAYS come up when we travel, and...

The Experiment– 75%

Oh yes! I almost forgot. We’re still doing school from home, in between all the moving, dog drama, and my own teaching schedule. We are officially 75% through our school year. Academically we are on track…check. Emotionally, we are…well, mostly on track, although the...

Shamrockers

I know I don’t usually post on Saturdays, but my days and nights are mixed up right now. Thank you for understanding. I have discovered that I often use races as a perfect excuse to be in complete denial about my life. Case in point: A week ago, I ran in the...