I went to my 25th high school reunion this weekend.  So many laughs.  And hugs.  And fun.Driving home, I thought about Chapters.  Life is a series of Chapters:Growing up in Clarksville.Moving to Bowling Green.High School.College.Before Marriage.After Marriage.Before Kids.Raising Kids.Divorce.First Job.Worst Job.When it becomes a Career.Loss.Happiness.Sadness.Emergencies.Amazing trips.Horrible times.Old Friends.New Friends.Always Friends....more

No, We Don't Carve Pumpkins

I have two boys -- almost 11 and 8.  Regular wild boys.But you know what?  We don't carve pumpkins.Now, I hear your outrage -- "WHAT?!?!?  EVERYONE CARVES THEIR PUMPKINS!"Nope.  Not us.We tried to carve them when my oldest was little.  The outcome?  Wretching.  Gagging.  Running away.  Completely grossed out.  He even had "Carve a Pumpkin Day" at school.  Nope -- he was 'disgusted' and asked to sit AWAY from the STENCH....more

ER Visit...and After

Ryan dropped a container of dog food on his toe.  He was helping me by bringing it in from the garage.  Shockingly?  He says he’s NEVER doing again.  Well, of course.He dropped it right on the base of the left toe.  And BAWLED.  He doesn’t scream and cry anymore — but this time?  Screaming.  Bawling.  In pain.  I could tell the poor kid was sure his toe would be amputated.  At nearly 11 years old, you are SURE you are losing this toe from bringing in dog food for your mother. You JUST know it!...more

Divorce & Custody: How Do You Survive the First Long Visit?

This will be the first week the boys spend with my estranged husband. We have a custody agreement finished. The financials and such will happen in March. He gets them Fall break. For a week. 7 nights. A week. Now, some might say "Holy CRAP! You are FREEEEEE!" And, I am. No, I don't worry about them being with him. They will be fine. They just won't be with me. Won't. Be. With. Me. ...more
EmiliePeck I love them more than I can say....and trying hard.  Thank you for readingmore

Rock Walls

Sitting in traffic…shocker.  Thinking:  Have you ever looked at the rock walls as you drive down the interstate?Me either.Until today.You can see the grooves of the dynamite tubes they drilledYou can see it weathered and softenedYou can see pieces cracking and falling off...more

Roll Tide

We were some lucky fools this past weekend.  Tickets to an ALABAMA home game.  Mom, the boys and me….all loaded up for some ROLL TIDE.I love football — we all love football.  Love. Some. Football.I’ve never in my life seen so many fans.  I’ve never in my life seen so many people dressed in school colors.  I’ve never in my life seen that many people cheering together.ROLL TIDE....more


Mom, where’s my football?Mom, can I have a conversion van?Mom, can I take Auzzie to school?Mom, I want pizza.Mom, can we trade for a Camaro?Mom, I would watch YouTube for DAYS.Mom, there’s no WAY I’m wearing THAT shirt.Mom, can you PLEASE come have lunch with me at school?Mom, I wish we had a money tree.Mom, if you are working at home, can’t you just let us do school from home?Mom, it’s a short week, can we stay with you today?Mom, did you know the Boeing factory is HUGE and I want to visit?...more

One Year

One year today.  I lost my daddy.  To cancer.One whole year.How did that happen?  It seems like last week, some days.  Last week.Others?  A million years.  So much can happen in one year....more


I’ve been quiet lately, on my blog.  I couldn’t write what I REALLY want to write.  It might just cause spontaneous combustion of people’s eyes.  My “Lifetime Movie” life.But then…there was a moment.  Monday of this week.A solidary, single moment.  A second, really.Of clarity.It all melted away.  The angst.  The worry.  The anger.  The anything.I got it.I GET it....more

Morning Glories

I was stopped in traffic.  Shocking, I know.In a drainage ditch, a patch of beautiful morning glories.  Right there…..8 blooms.  All open.  In a nasty rain run-off ditch on I-65 South.Flourishing.I smiled.  Yep, I did.  Those beautiful flowers opened wide on a nice cool morning.  Reaching for the sun.  Happy flowers....more