Janet Jackson’s Got Nothing on Me

Janet Jackson’s Got Nothing on Me

My family is in flux. I know this because Sarah’s face is chapped from her nose to her chin. That’s what she does when she’s stressed – she licks a wide circle all around her mouth. So despite it being 85 degrees and the first of June, last night she slept with a swath of Aquaphor and Burt’s Bees all over her head.

 
Triangle

Triangle

A triangle is a sharp looking thing. It looks like it hurts, simply by virtue of being pointy. If you fell on a triangle, especially that top point, you would feel it. It might stick right through you, if you fell hard enough. My family is a triangle. I am that super-sticky-outy top point. My daughters are the points on the base.

 
A Stranger in My House

A Stranger in My House

Lately there’s been a stranger living in my house. The family resemblance is mind-boggling, but the possibility that I raised this eye-rolling, sigh-heaving creature is simply unthinkable. So I must assume that someone else brought her up, realized she was out of control, and dropped her at my house, figuring she looked enough like the rest of us that we would absorb her without noticing.

 
Letter to My Daughter on the Cusp of Adolescence

Letter to My Daughter on the Cusp of Adolescence

Here is a letter from our Featured Blogger Amy Clay written to her pre-teen daughter. Trust me, we can all learn a lesson or two from these words...

 
Why the Grinch Stole Christmas

Why the Grinch Stole Christmas

We all know HOW the Grinch stole Christmas. But Who in Whoville has given any thought to exactly WHY he stole it? Recently I’ve put a little brain time into the possibilities, and feeble though my brain may be, I’ve come up with a theory. Lean in. I’m gonna share it with you, but only in a whisper...

 
Things to Do When You Can’t Leave the House and Everyone on Facebook is Clearly Being Very, Very Merry

Things to Do When You Can’t Leave the House and Everyone on Facebook is Clearly Being Very, Very Merry

I am stuck inside my very messy home with sick children. Sick children whose fevers make me very nervous and cause me to get up over and over throughout the night to make sure they haven’t burst into flames. We’ve all been wearing the same clothes for three days; at this point I think my Y’all sweatshirt may be permanently stuck to my body. I just sent an extremely crabby and disheveled Shelby to the shower because she’s beginning to resemble Archie Bunker in my pajama pants and a wife beater, with her curls all over her head. She went, but only because her iPad is 100% dead and I hid the other one.

 

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Amy Clay

Amy Clay

Amy Clay is the widowed mom of two tween daughters. A writer for more than 20 years (and a mom for 12), Amy lives in Kentucky. She loves monograms, the Derby, the Wildcats, and all things southern. You can read about life in her all-girl household on her blog, “Confessions of a Fairly Merry Widow,” at aclay2005.wordpress.com.