For Real? - Tricia Lott Williford

It’s Not a Word – Yet.

by Tricia Lott Williford | Oct 21, 2020 | Books, For Real?, I Am Ridiculous, Think Like An Artist, TLW, Writing

“Tarbled.” adjective: wind-blown; lacking precision but compensating in charm; messy but cute. ~ ~ ~ “I am a lover of messy people; a tarbled mom of two teenage boys who are likely late to school and wearing mismatched socks; I have been known to absent-mindedly...

We Are Trying to Be Civilized.

by Tricia Lott Williford | Jun 24, 2020 | All Boy, Broken Foot Summer, For Real?, My Family, Tuck, Tyler

Maybe you’ve seen this story that’s circulating on social media: “Years ago, anthropologist Margaret Mead was asked by a student what she considered to be the first sign of civilization in a culture. The student expected Mead to talk about fishhooks...

So Much “Leisure Time”

by Tricia Lott Williford | May 1, 2020 | All Boy, For Real?, On My Mind, Parenting, School Daze

Back when I was navigating the long days with little people, some researchers endeared themselves to me with a released study that indicated that stay-at-home parents have 30+ hours of leisure time each week. They implied there’s no reason to complain about...

Ranch Dressing and Orgasms

by Tricia Lott Williford | Apr 23, 2020 | All Boy, For Real?, Parenting, Peter, Tuck, Tyler

“Mom, did you know they make ranch dressing seasoning?” one son says. “I feel like she bought that already,” says the other son. “No, not the dressing mix. It’s in a shaker. Like parmesan cheese,” says one son. “I had a...

Our Loudest Easter Story

by Tricia Lott Williford | Apr 11, 2020 | All Boy, For Real?, Holidays, I Am Ridiculous, Parenting

I wanted to send this story to you on Easter morning or the night before, but things got away from me, what with the glazed ham and the hashbrown potatoes and the early service and hosting all the family and dyeing of inappropriate eggs. (I distinctly recall saying...

Locked in a Bedroom: A Good Friday Gone Wrong

by Tricia Lott Williford | Apr 8, 2020 | All Boy, Archives of Tuck and Ty, For Real?, I Am Ridiculous, Life As A Mom, Tyler

It’s been more than a decade since this Good Friday situation, the day Baby Tyler locked Toddler Tucker and me in a second story bedroom for an hour and a half, and our rescue involved three strangers, three firemen, a fire truck, three police officers, several...