by Tricia Lott Williford | Aug 30, 2019 | Deep Sadness, Girl Meets Boy, Love Comes Back, Married Life, Peter, TLW
“So, Tricia, do you love baseball?” People ask me this question often, and I have a standard true answer: “I love Peter, and I like to be where he is.” Given a free evening and some extra cash, he’s usually at the baseball diamond. So, if...
by Tricia Lott Williford | Jul 29, 2019 | Archives of Tuck and Ty, Courage, Deep Sadness, Life As A Mom, Life Comes Back, Love Comes Back, My Family, Tyler, You Can Do This
“Mom, I wish you had some kind of record of the things I said when I was little.” The incredulous look on my face may have been apparent to him, and I didn’t mind. I wasn’t hiding it. “Tyler, are you kidding me right now?”...
by Tricia Lott Williford | Feb 12, 2019 | Love Comes Back, Married Life, On My Mind, Peter
Two of my third graders are getting married. It’s so weird when I say it that way, since they’re hardly third graders any more. In fact, one of them teaches her own class of third graders now. (Insert powerful statement about time flying, passing the...
by Tricia Lott Williford | Jul 5, 2018 | All Boy, Girl Meets Boy, Love Comes Back, Parenting, Peter
With a tone of disgust and indignation, one of my children said: “Mom, Peter always wants the best for you. And the thing is, it’s not even like you want the best for you. But he wants it for you. It’s so annoying.” Well, of all the...
by Tricia Lott Williford | Jun 17, 2018 | All Boy, Girl Meets Boy, Holidays, Love Comes Back, My Family, Peter, Single Parenting
When a single mom goes out on a date with somebody new It always winds up feeling more like a job interview My mama used to wonder if she’d ever meet someone Who wouldn’t find out about me and then turn around and run I met the man I call my dad when I was...
by Tricia Lott Williford | Jun 15, 2018 | All Boy, Captured Moments, Girl Meets Boy, Love Comes Back, Peter
I changed my cover photo on Facebook. It had been a picture of Peter and me enjoying ice cream cones while the boys were at camp, since we seem to be on a mission to have ice cream every blessed day of this summer. Sprinkle cones notwithstanding. I scrolled through my...