My wonderful seventh graders are Moonflowers, blooming against the soft glow from the night sky. The edification of their heart, mind and soul has transcended valleys and mountains with a single bound. From memoirs to science fiction, argumentative essays and letters about a book, genre and author studies--their mind is a well-oiled machine . . .
because she is a badass..
The Holy Spirit will come upon you, and the power of the Most High will overshadow you. Therefore, the Holy One who is conceived in you will be called the Son of God.
With the Son of God?
And you . . .
Emails and texts from mom are composed in ALL CAPS and in different colors and fonts. When you call her, it always goes to voicemail, because the ringer is on silent. The ringer is on silent all.the.time. She calls you back, but you can’t answer because you are at work. So, she calls your husband and asks why you aren’t picking up. As you . . .
The waitress set down our entrees and poured us each some more wine. Describing the dishes with effervescent detail, she explained the flavor combinations of the aioli served with my husband’s Hanger steak and pommes frites.
She returned a bit later to check in with us about dinner.
Waitress: “How is everything? Can I bring you anything . . .
or red. or plaid. or something.
My mom pulled into the driveway and saw my dad, mowing the lawn. The Mr. Kotter look alike was in a three-piece suit. Paisley, stripes, and plaid adorned both torso and trunk. All blue.The vest could do little to hide the boldly patterned tie, which he used to mop his brow. My father looked like he got dressed in the dark. Blindfolded.
She . . .
and starts selling Jamberry, LuLaRoe, and Doterra Essential Oils
Dear Mr. and Mrs. Rogers,
Regretfully, I can no longer work for you and am submitting my resignation as of today.I am starting my own business in oils, designer nails, leggings, and much more! In fact, I can get you a dress Mrs. Rogers that will make Holly Hobbie jealous. She will be so green with envy, her braids will turn to knots. Big . . .
Greetings of the Season!
Love, Peace, and Joy!
Ho. Ho. Ho.
Or,Oh. Oh. Oh.
Or, Son of a bitch.
On this Christmas day, I am grateful and thankful to be in my pajamas, soaking up the chaos with biscuits and gravy, . . .