When salsa and emotions and mistakes collide

I turned my heaping cart into the check out line at Aldi, and took a deep breath. Meat, cheese and produce for freezer meals- check. Milk and cereal- check. All four of my children within eyesight: one, two, three, four- check. I surveyed the cart with a feeling of accomplishment- for once, I had menu…

The day I accidentally spoke “Boy”

Morning light feebly streamed through my nearly closed drapes. After being on the road for 13 days, covering 5,800 miles and 100 hours driving, my own bed felt heavenly. I pried my eyes open and made them focus on the figure standing beside my bed. “He ate half of it!” My ten year old’s face…