There Are Things I Haven’t Told You Tricia Lott Williford November 1, 2015 1 Comment I have a photo of the Last Halloween. The boys are five and three years old, and they are dressed… Read more
To The Handsome Man Who Didn’t Recognize Me Tricia Lott Williford October 23, 2015 1 Comment Dear Very Handsome Man, “Whatchya workin’ on?” is really a pretty great opener to a conversation with a writer. Engaged, listening… Read more
Gatorade, Strawberries, and Theology Tricia Lott Williford October 21, 2015 No Comments My boy barged in the house like a thirsty dog, and he threw open the refrigerator door in search of… Read more
Bracelets and Merry-Go-Rounds: This Girl Takes Back Control Tricia Lott Williford October 20, 2015 15 Comments Has it ever happened to you that you’ve realized you’ve been doing all the wrong things? Maybe not all the… Read more
“That Kid”: Why I’m A Stage Mom Tricia Lott Williford October 16, 2015 2 Comments “This theater company doesn’t dig wells for villages without water. We don’t build schools for communities in third world countries,… Read more
There Will Be No New Memories Tricia Lott Williford October 15, 2015 10 Comments I cannot speak for all of us who have lost someone. But I do think I can speak for most… Read more
Memory, Emotion, and Attraction: How I Make the Power of Scent Work For Me Tricia Lott Williford October 12, 2015 3 Comments I want to let you in on one of my favorite tricks. But be careful, ‘cause it’s a powerful tool.… Read more
Love Connection in the Friendly Skies Tricia Lott Williford October 10, 2015 4 Comments In my ongoing efforts to prove that one can be footloose, fancy-free, and an airline flyer (I admit this is… Read more
150 Pounds in The World’s Unwieldiest Stroller Tricia Lott Williford October 1, 2015 4 Comments Well, just in case I didn’t love grocery shopping with every ounce of my heart, I’m now back to pushing… Read more
Tina Benner: The Hit-and-Run on Our Way To School Tricia Lott Williford September 30, 2015 1 Comment I saw a woman’s running shoe on the side of the road. You know how sometimes that happens, when you… Read more
Truth in the Greeting Card Variety Tricia Lott Williford September 28, 2015 No Comments I mean, really. That’s pretty much what it comes down to. Read more
The Tiniest Speck of the Strangest Something Tricia Lott Williford September 26, 2015 5 Comments The very strangest thing happened this morning. My sweet Aunt Janet is in town, and she asked about the next… Read more
Remembering the First Ever Mother-Son Flashlight Party Tricia Lott Williford September 23, 2015 No Comments I found this little ditty hiding in the archives. Look at this very sweet story. * * * Robb was… Read more
My Very Best Tricia Lott Williford September 22, 2015 1 Comment I read sometime ago about a woman who begins each day with a simple prayer: God, let me be the… Read more
I Didn’t Mean To Say That. On the Radio. Live. Tricia Lott Williford September 16, 2015 2 Comments The thing about live radio is that there isn’t an option to edit your own words. What you don’t filter… Read more
Laundry, Socks, Sheets, and “Nipples.” Tricia Lott Williford September 15, 2015 2 Comments My mind does funny things when I’m folding laundry. It’s like all these little blends of cotton evoke some kind… Read more
Look Who’s Wearing The Green Apron Tricia Lott Williford September 14, 2015 7 Comments Look at this greatness right here. My name is Tricia, and I am a Starbucks barista. It was really kind… Read more
I’m Teaching and I Really Want To See You There Tricia Lott Williford September 10, 2015 No Comments Ever feel like you just have to pretend you’ve got this thing together? Pretend you’re brave? Pretend you’re normal? Tricia… Read more
Pinterest Fail: How I Nearly Ruined My Son’s Birthday Party Tricia Lott Williford September 8, 2015 No Comments I very nearly ruined my son’s birthday party with my own grand ideas and a game I found on Pinterest.… Read more
How To Talk To Your Children About Grief, Loss, and Death Tricia Lott Williford September 5, 2015 2 Comments My husband died when my children were three and five years old. I realize that’s a sudden and abrupt way… Read more
