So, I've heard the term and have seen other bloggers call out their lurkers, but — do I have lurkers? Do I have people who skulk around my blog, read it, scowl in a disapproving way and move on? Or people who read it, laugh and still move on? Do I have people who don't [...]...

The lady behind the desk at the ER asked for our son's last and first name. "Yeah, he should be in there. We've been here a lot." Crickets chirping. "I mean because of his ear infections." More crickets. "Not because we beat him or anything." Nervous laugh. "We would never do that. Beat him. Or anything." Nervous laugh. "We're not those type of [...]...

Dear Mommy: I am writing this letter to inform you of my complete indignation at you for this afternoons incident. Don't play coy with me. You know exactly what I am talking about. There I was, innocently playing, having escaped from the confines of my diaper by pretending it had leaked on your leg, and you had [...]...

One night a couple of weeks ago Hubby was on his way down the street to get a soda from the machine at the local gas station. He planned to walk but it was raining, so he hesitated. "I think we have an umbrella around here somewhere," I told him. "I don't need an umbrella," he said. "But [...]...

This past Sunday I once again lamented that I was standing outside the sanctuary with a hyper toddler and not inside listening to my pastor's sermon. After a pep-talk from a couple of other mothers on their way to help set up for Vacation Bible School that night,I shuffled back into the lobby of the [...]...