• #BeReal,  Blog,  Parenting

    It Takes a Big Man…

    It takes a lot to admit you’re wrong, but it takes even more to admit to your faults. One of mine is that I am very sensitive to being told I’m not responsible or that I am a bad parent. Don’t tell me I’m either because unless you are around me and my kids 100% of the time you have no idea whether I am a good parent or not, or if I’m completely irresponsible. If you see one moment out of thousands of moments, does that even give you the right to judge me on it? Maybe. Maybe not. But what if you are around me and my kids…

  • October Poetry Writing Month,  OctPoWriMo

    #OctPoWriMo Day One: TIME

    Hello, my lovelies. I apologize for the lack of blog posts. I’m afraid I had several technical difficulties which resulted in the blog being down for a few months while the problem was tracked down and fixed. Also, I’ve been sick with what I think was the flu but it acted like bronchitis and now I’m to be tested for underlying adult asthma. Fun stuff. Still, considering what my other possibilities were (i.e., heart attack or lung cancer), I’ll certainly take the better of them. And now that I’m back to feeling *somewhat* normal (I can breathe and sprint across the road without feeling like I’m going to pass out),…

  • Poetry,  Writing

    Conversation To Inspiration

    A few days ago I was talking with my second oldest son in the car and somehow the subject of empty promises came up. We were discussing how my generation was raised with parents from a completely different era and how their thought processes worked and how that affected us. One of those “things” we just came to expect was the empty promise. You know, when you promise something but don’t keep the promise? It wasn’t an uncommon thing for a parent to promise they’d do something which didn’t ever happen. And of course, we weren’t allowed to remind them because, you know, kids aren’t supposed to make their parents…

  • Blog,  Poetry,  Writing

    Talkin’ ‘Bout Things

      Thing the First: Son 3 finished his homework in record time yesterday: 3 pages in 30 minutes (four if you count math front and back but he only has to do even or odd numbers depending on the day-still…it’s multiplying fractions, ’nuff said). We struggle every day getting him to do ANY kind of writing. He hates it, and I don’t mean like he hates ketchup. I mean like Dark Side of The Force hates writing. Since Kindergarten. The last one and a half weeks he’s been getting his homework done without too much urging on my part. (We hates math. Simply hates it.) It’s awesome. How and why?…

  • #BeReal,  Blog,  Life

    Heartaches By The Dozen

      The thought occurred to me this morning that I don’t have much time left with my kids. I watched Son #3 get on his bus this morning and a small pang went through my heart. How many more times do I get to watch him wave to me as his bus goes by? My two elder boys were done waving to mom the moment they entered Kindergarten, but not my Zombie Hunter. He has waved to me every day he’s gone to school since he first began attending it. Even when I drive him there and drop him off. And he won’t go in the school building until he’s…

  • OctPoWriMo,  OctPoWriMo 2015

    Overworked and Overwhelmed: The Ballad of the Modern Day Mom

    Write a ballad today about being overwhelmed. That was today’s poetry prompt. A form and subject. I’m sure you all know what it feels like to be overwhelmed, and those of you of a certain age know what a ballad is. Think Wreck of the Edmund Fitzgerald by Gordon Lightfoot, though, I’m not sure if that’s a traditional ballad or not. Or you can read Barbara Allan or Sir Patrick Spens. A ballad has a specific rhyme scheme and meter. The syllable count is traditionally 8-6-8-6, and the rhyme pattern is a/b/c/b. A ballad is also generally a folk type poem that can be sung in some cases. I decided to…

  • Blog,  Parenting

    Coming of Age

    His clothes were laid neatly in the back of the SUV, along with two large packages of toilet paper, several boxes of macaroni and cheese, the pillows from his bed, and several large plastic bins containing as much of his life as he dared to take with him. The rest he left in his room at home. He was beginning a new life with bits and pieces from the old. He’d been waiting for this moment for an eternity, but it’d help if he could push forever off just one more day. Balancing precariously on the line between the past and the future, he takes a deep breath and crosses…

  • Writing

    The Adventures of the Blonde Princes

    So, I thought I’d share a little something I wrote a very long time ago for a family newsletter. It was something light and fun and I still giggle when I read it because it brings back soooo many memories. I hope it makes you smile today. 🙂   The Adventures of the Blonde Princes by Jesi Scott   Today begins another chapter in the story of our heroes, Princes Lock and Sean. Our champions are off on their next adventures today. Unlike their mother, our two brave heroes face their challenges bravely and with excitement brimming from the tips of their toes to the top of their brand new…

  • Parenting

    What’s Happened to Children’s Programming?

    I’m writing today from my dining room table where I have a gorgeous view of my backyard where the sun is shining, briefly, today. We had some strong storms last night and rain in the forecast for the next week. Incredibly, the next forecasted sunny day happens to be my birthday. Thank you to whomever scheduled that. I will truly appreciate the gift. From this spot at the table, I also have a perfect view of the television where Tornado is currently watching Mickey Mouse Clubhouse on Disney Jr. It’s one of those programs I don’t mind him watching, and he loves it. It’s not his favorite, mind you, but…

  • Blog,  Monday's Muse,  The Witch Queen of Celmarra,  Writing

    The Fickle Muse

    Happy Monday everyone. I am stuck in my house today. Winter has finally arrived in Texas. I awoke around four this morning to ice and sleet and a little bit of snow cracking on my windowpanes. I do believe I am a captive in my house for the next few days…or at least until I get bored and decide I really need to get away from my kids who will have managed to drive me crying into my closet (the one with the padded walls, necessary food and wine products, and the soundproof walls) by tomorrow. Ice day today means no school, and it’s very likely that school will be…