Old Faithful

Every October since 2007, we have loaded up our family and headed to the local farm. During the month of October, Berry Patch Farms is open to the public. Families can enjoy the pumpkin patch, farm animals, face painting, horse rides and ice cream.

Our boys look forward to visiting Berry Patch Farms at least once in October. With every visit, we stop to listen and to watch Old Faithful, the John Deere ice cream churner. The motor spits, sputters and spurts, repetitively. Sometimes, the kids and I dance a jig to the sound of the chugging churner, keeping the beat with the spits and the sputters.

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Read my words: I am a writer

Recently, on two separate occasions, I professed I was a writer. Each time, my declaration startled me. I quickly fumbled and confessed that my writing consisted of note writing and blogging. I made certain the people to whom I was speaking knew I was neither a published writer nor a paid writer.

What triggered my claim? My boys.

See, I was meeting with their teachers, and both teachers made a point to say that the boys had a passion for writing. According to the teachers, my oldest loves writing in his journal at school, and my youngest loves writing notes throughout his school day. Continue reading “Read my words: I am a writer”

Alone in a conversation of silence

The sun is up, its rays starting to slip through the blinds, gently lightening the room. The smell of fresh brewed coffee fills the air, mixing with the morning conversations. She is surrounded by friends, yet she feels alone.

True, there is a history of drama prior to trips. The packing, the cleaning, the caring for the kids creates tension within her. She tries to keep it inside, but more often than not – the tension breaks out, spewing anger everywhere. Continue reading “Alone in a conversation of silence”