She

She’ll be eleven in two months. She doesn’t even weigh sixty pounds. She got an American Girl Doll for Christmas from Santa…yes, she still believes. And she’s about to go to middle school. The calendar tells me she’s growing up and the look in her eyes and her sometimes sassy little responses prove to me the teenage years are approaching. But I have all these questions in my head about parenting this little girl as she grows. It’s different than my first go around with Alex…maybe it’s because I’m a girl but it seems as if there are more things … Read more…

I used to love…

I used to love Ellios’ pizza and boys who smelled like Drakkar. I used to love Silver City Pink lipstick and watching Santa Barbara. I used to love playing Pac-Man and wearing white Capezios. I used to love jeans with designs on the pockets. I used to love eating Cheez Whiz. I used to love collecting stickers, writing poetry in a tiny journal and listening to the same song over and over again. I used to love reading Judy Blume books way past my bedtime. I used to love daydreaming while I gazed out my bedroom window. I used to … Read more…