Yep. We flooded, too. I jokingly called that pic above our "floodie." It's our street, after we hiked it to our house to assess the damage. We're smiling because we're together - and WHAT ELSE ARE WE SUPPOSED TO DO?!?
I'm writing from my in-law's kitchen table after everyone is asleep. This is the ninth night away from my house and we haven't reached a new normal yet. My children aren't in their own beds and I'm headed for the pull-out sofa to join my husband after I finish this, but I'm SO thankful for a place where everyone is safe. I'll go to work again in the morning (first day back was yesterday) and come home to my husband...
When Floods Happen to Good People
My first taste of a natural disaster on a personal level was this week. Monday night our home took in 1.5 feet of water. It happened so incredibly fast. We evacuated “just to be safe” on Monday morning. I just knew that we were overreacting and that we would be back home the next day. All day Monday I kept up with social media from people in the area so I could track the water levels. Family members that live close to us would send me photos of our home so I could get hourly updates on where things stood. Monday seemed to go on forever. By 7:00 pm I was at the point...
The Incomparable Beauty of Community
To say that South Louisiana has had a rough month would be an understatement. In July, we felt the fear and heartbreak of a deadly assault on our police. Less than one month later, we are attempting to pick up the pieces of an entire region ravaged by unprecedented flooding. In my neighborhood, the image of blue ribbon attached to an almost completely submerged mailbox bears witness to the fact that we have not yet recovered from one tragedy before facing the next. But true to our culture, Louisiana is proving its resilience, empowered by the strength of its communities.
After the police attack, we witnessed support and fundraising like we had never seen before to assist the families...
Gosh, I love the Summer Games! The excitement, the victory, and the camaraderie of nations has me counting down the days for months. Even more than the enjoyment of watching the overwhelming favorite receive their medal(s), I sincerely appreciate the back stories of the athletes. Watching stories of true human victory unfold after overcoming countless struggles tugs at my heart strings. In recent days, I've watched more hours of media coverage from Brazil than I care to admit and I've noted many similarities between the stories of athletes and motherhood. Much like the games, motherhood is a test of endurance, patience and on many occasions athletic ability. In both cases you can never predict the outcome, and both athletes...
Today I was THAT mom. The mom we never want to be. The mom we've all judged. The mom who blames herself for allowing her unruly children to disrupt a public establishment. As I frantically stormed out of the movie theatre with two crying (ok, one was screaming) children, I couldn't help but shed a few tears as I felt like the huge failure we never want our children to see in us as parents.
In the past, many times, I've been guilty of judging moms with the screaming toddler on the cereal aisle, but today my emotions shifted to the other side of the fence and wow, did it feel terrible. As my children managed to ruin a major...
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