Something New

To my babiest:   When I was a very little girl, before I could even walk, I rocked my baby dolls.  My favorite was a raggedy-headed eyesore with a soft-cloth body.  She was kind of heavy and would close her eyes when her head tilted back. She felt real to me. I remember giving her one of those bottles of magic milk that disappears when you turn it…

The Importance of Dating Your Kid

For years, my husband and I have had an open policy about dating other people.  We decided, in the long run, it would be good for the whole family.  So every month or so, one of us will lean in and whisper to one of our kids, ‘Will you go on a date with me?’  Sometimes we even get all fancy and make invitations to leave on their bed. The…

(road) trippin…with kids

Having just trekked 20 hours across America (mostly Texas…it’s big, y’all), and considering coming back with the people who share my last name in the morning for the same trip back home, I have been thinking about how it can be done better.   It gets tricky with so many weird people in such a confined space and then somebody’s gotta go and…

Fine Advice For Writing and Life

  It is not normal to do what you want to do.  What I mean by that is this: not everyone wants to or feels compelled to, so the fact that you want to is a clue to your calling and purpose. You will write bad posts.  The first step is to get over yourself.  You will not lose readers over one bad post.  You probably won’t get new…

Good Posture

My kids and I stood staring, wide-eyed and open-mouthed, at the tall orange flames sinking lower into the swirling toilet water. The last 48 hours had kicked the front teeth out of my inner control freak and a commode fire was just about the last straw.  Wait.  The last straw was probably while trying to scrub the very-dried wax that splattered on the wall/floor/commode from…

Everyday Holy

On days where one feels like the next and the previous two before it, my husband or I have been known to greet each other with these words in the morning, ‘Happy Groundhog Day.’  (if you’ve never seen the movie, you might be tempted to stop reading now).  Moving through our days like mud downhill simply because that’s the nature of the thing and we know the route…

I Wish I Could Take Dad to Walmart

There was always a question my dad would ask me that would strike fear in the deepest part of my heart and cause ice water to course through my veins: Will you run me to the grocery store?    The problem with that question is that there was no running Dad anywhere.  This was the man that shook his fist at Father Time and said, ‘You will wait for me!’  Well…

Summer Family Bucket List

Every summer, the kids and I make a bucket list.  Every summer two things happen: 1) we move or I have knee surgeries and never get to complete all the stuff on the list 2) Dad is at work and missing all the fun.  I feel fairly confident that neither of the scenarios in number 1 are happening (and if they do, I will publicly eat this list).  This year…

Crazy Things I Tell My Children

As we close out and reflect on this school year, I am reminded of why I tried very hard to get through it the first time quickly.  A pinnacle year for the Blairs, we navigated an introduction to pornography, maneuvered Mean Girls, and received an education on words I haven’t even heard before. School is much harder the second time around…mostly because my patience for foolishness is see…

Your Favorite Skirt

I never slept a whole lot in Uganda.  Partly because I couldn’t give up that late night bonding time with the sisters I had made and partly because I could not resist the whisper of a quiet house while everyone was still dozing.  Sitting at the breakfast table one morning with just my hot coffee and thoughts, my sister Wynne sidled up next to me. ‘Good morning, you.  How…