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THE MAMA VAULT – #1 There Should Be a Test

    We take tests to prove we’re qualified for all the important things in life.   We take tests to pass from grade to grade in school.  We take tests before we can drive a car.   Whether we’re hairdressers, schoolteachers, chefs, insurance agents, doctors, heavy equipment operators—most all things require we take a…

An Invitation

  One day we’ll all live in peace.  I believe it. It’s truth to me.  I’ve read the words and I’m expecting it.  A long time ago, it was predicted we’ll one day live in such a state of peace even kids will lead lions around.  How crazy is that?  A guy named Isaiah said…

THE MAMA VAULT-New Monday Series!

IF YOU ARE IN THE TRENCHES OF RAISING YOUR KIDS, YOU DON’T WANT TO MISS THIS. Trust me. Read every word. When I was a first-time mom of a six-month old, I called an older and wiser mom-friend with four kids of her own. I called because I could not get my screaming son to…

Bats in the Brownstone.

So far, I’ve been lucky when it comes to wildlife encounters.  They mostly avoid me. I live in the land of a million rattlesnakes, yet I’ve never once encountered one.  I’ve had wild hogs tear up a lawn, but they’re bullies and did it in the middle of the night while I slept.  I’ve hiked…

Drought.

I was raised in a west Texas desert, where most everything is colored brown and covered in a layer of dust.  Dust is just a nice word for dirt.  Dirt was everywhere.  Girls wore dresses to school when I was a kid, and recess could be torture, as blowing dirt can pack quite a sting…

GUILTY AS CHARGED.

It was a lovely summer day in the north of Germany–one where the cool of the morning and the cool of the evening sandwich in a warm midday–perfect for a drive through the countryside and through quaint villages. We would soon catch a train to our final destination–the river harbor city of Hamburg. I was…

Finding Goodness.

  FINDING GOODNESS. One day, a friend who lives inside the city limits of my little town, posted this status update. “There’s a steer on my front porch”. There’s a steer on my front porch, she wrote. Now that’s funny stuff, I don’t care who you are. A little comic relief is like a vitamin…

When I’m a Girl Again.

At this very moment I need to be an adult. My bank has sold, and I’m required to set up new things with the new bank.  I have to pay some bills. I have to write a thank you note.  I have to get a stain out of white jeans.  Then I have to dress…

When Someone Calls Us Mother.

When a child is born, a mother is born.  There’s no extracting the person she was before because she no longer exists.  On the outside she looks the same, but on the inside there’s something new running through her veins.  She’s a new being called by a new name. Mom.  Mama.  Mother. Madre.  Ummi.  Mum.…

Imagining Things in a Little Gray Room

The room is quiet now, though not for long. I sit in a small, orange chair with a footstool, taking it all in. The room is full of the nicest light, filtering in through large windows that barely separate it from the world outside–a world alive and dressed in the brightest spring green, where vegetables…