Boy: (n.) Noise with Dirt on It Tricia Lott Williford September 12, 2014 1 Comment “Mommy, what would you do if we weren’t your kids?” “Oh, man. If you weren’t my kids, I would wish… Read more
Sleeping Is Not What I am Doing Tricia Lott Williford August 25, 2014 3 Comments “Mommy, are you sleeping again?” Tucker asks. Sleeping is not what I am doing, though it’s not a far stretch.… Read more
Another Night in the ER: Clean Your Microwave. Tricia Lott Williford August 22, 2014 4 Comments There are some sounds I’ve learned to tune out in the last almost-nine years, but the shattering of glass will… Read more
Right there at Eye Level Tricia Lott Williford August 18, 2014 2 Comments My guys encountered a Speedo for the first time today. Yes, my young gentlemen, it is a giggling matter. And… Read more
Socked Feet Tricia Lott Williford July 11, 2014 No Comments “Mommy, I like to wear your socks. They’re so much softer than mine.” “Well, that’s because I don’t skateboard in… Read more
“Every Two Hours” Tricia Lott Williford July 6, 2014 2 Comments The boys acquired a betta fish from a girl in the neighborhood. They named him Grumpy Tom Simpson. He arrived… Read more
Like the Threads of a Tennis Racket Tricia Lott Williford July 2, 2014 3 Comments Most days I’m pretty sure the investment in my son’s personalized orthodontia will be worth it someday, but today is… Read more
If I Didn’t Already Know His Dad Tricia Lott Williford June 20, 2014 1 Comment “Mom. Do you honestly need a suitcase that big?” And then, “Ugh. You said we were leaving at 3:00. It… Read more
Courageous is… Who?? Tricia Lott Williford May 5, 2014 5 Comments “Guys, this week, a friend of mine is coming to take some pictures of us. She’s an author and a… Read more
Solid Advice in the Grocery Aisle Tricia Lott Williford April 8, 2014 1 Comment Tonight, a woman at WalMart stopped me. Twice. The first time, she said, “I just wanted you to know that… Read more
To Not Act Like Primates Tricia Lott Williford March 13, 2014 2 Comments In my observation, when people talk to a young girl, they kneel down to her level, make eye contact, and… Read more
Off the Script Tricia Lott Williford February 6, 2014 No Comments The snow turns gray and piles up in the tire wells of my cars. (I usually like to use the… Read more
Code Blue: Momma Bear in the ER Tricia Lott Williford January 30, 2014 5 Comments Well, the good news, ” she said, “is that Tucker is going to have a great scar. The bad news… Read more
Odd Jobs to Fund a Girlfriend Tricia Lott Williford January 23, 2014 No Comments So, there’s this sweet kid in my neighborhood. He’s tall and skinny, a string bean of a kid with a… Read more
Swept Off Her Feet Tricia Lott Williford November 19, 2013 3 Comments “Oh-ho-ho, Tucker!” (Don’t think Santa. Think of a woman being lifted off her feet, trying to catch her breath. Said… Read more
Operation: Independence Tricia Lott Williford September 23, 2013 3 Comments I needed to get my hair cut, and it’s hard to tell which “I don’t want to” measured higher: I… Read more
Two Boys and a Business Calendar Tricia Lott Williford September 5, 2013 1 Comment “Guys, I have such a great idea. I am starting to plan my calendar for the winter and spring, because… Read more
Pocket Knives and Rites of Passage Tricia Lott Williford August 19, 2013 7 Comments Tuck spent Saturday night at a sleepover birthday party with a couple of the guys on his football team. It… Read more
