Picking Daisies – A Memoir

A few years ago, I took a writing class at the University of Southern Maine in an effort to get my creative juices flowing. In the class, I focused a lot on writing about myself and various events and circumstances in my life. Since I don’t want me or this blog to become solely defined as strictly about parenting and babies, I thought I would start trying to post a little bit more with things that will give you some insight into who I am. And, what better way to start than to share this piece I wrote in that class – one of my favorites. And, just for the record, I freaking love my sister! 🙂 Enjoy! “One, two, three.” “One, two, three.” “One, two, three…. Four! Yes! No, wait three.” As I s ... Read the full post.

Elephants and grandchildren never forget.

“Perfect love sometimes does not come until the first grandchild.” When I was a young girl, I went through a stretch of time that I felt like I had no friends. It was around middle school, and while I had “friends” I felt like all of my friends had other stronger bonds and I was the big cheese that stood alone. I remember crying to my mom about it, as my usual cry-y self, I think after not getting invited to a party that the entire 7th grade population of the Algonquin wing of Scarborough Middle School – sans about 7 people – were invited to. I remember my mom telling me something that has stuck with me for my whole life… “Michelle, your mother should be your best friend.” It’s fun ... Read the full post.