Pillow Talk Tricia Lott Williford November 25, 2013 1 Comment I love a cold house. Like, ridiculously so. My bedroom at night is downright cold. (You can blame a certain… Read more
All This Baggage for a 20-Minute Drive Tricia Lott Williford November 22, 2013 2 Comments When I leave a hotel room, I try not to worry if I’ve left something behind. In part because details… Read more
A Cry for Mercy Tricia Lott Williford November 22, 2013 No Comments A Cry for Mercy Have mercy on me, O God, because you promise your love never fails; because your eyes… Read more
Mourning and Rejoicing Tricia Lott Williford November 22, 2013 1 Comment Sorrow never entirely leaves the soul of those who have suffered a severe loss. . . . but this depth… Read more
Sick in a Hotel Room Tricia Lott Williford November 21, 2013 No Comments Sick in a hotel room. I will spare you the details. But it was a gross night and early morning.… Read more
Chick Fil A for “Turkey Lunch” Tricia Lott Williford November 21, 2013 2 Comments It’s not that I don’t value the Thanksgiving menu. It’s not that I don’t appreciate the work of the elementary… Read more
Rule #32 Tricia Lott Williford November 20, 2013 2 Comments I’m sitting in a round booth that’s designed for a double date or for 9 girls on ladies’ night. It’s… Read more
Blue and Green at 1:54. Tricia Lott Williford November 20, 2013 1 Comment “Mommy. Mommy. Mommy.” “What.” “I need you to fix my bracelet.” I fixed the bracelet. Which was to string 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
When the Calendar Unfolds, and You Disobey. Tricia Lott Williford November 18, 2013 1 Comment That moment – actually, a full day that can consume the days around it – when the calendar unfolds to… Read more
What I Learned on the Massage Table Tricia Lott Williford November 18, 2013 6 Comments I used to say that a trip to the grocery store sans children was just like a trip to the… Read more
Seven Feet of White Lit Brilliance. Tricia Lott Williford November 17, 2013 3 Comments I’m sitting in my papisan chair, the one that must be balanced against a corner of my writing studio or… Read more
Itchy Tricia Lott Williford November 16, 2013 2 Comments Prompt: “Write about feeling Itchy.” The summer before tenth grade, I decided to make a few extra bucks by weeding… Read more
Sometimes, it can’t happen this side of Heaven. Tricia Lott Williford November 15, 2013 11 Comments There’s a knot in my stomach because I’d rather keep these words hidden in my journal, but I think I need… Read more
Laugh Lines Tricia Lott Williford November 14, 2013 1 Comment “Mommy, I’ve noticed that your face is changing. See these lines right here? They weren’t there before. We need to… Read more
The World Belongs to Gymnasts Tricia Lott Williford November 13, 2013 1 Comment My mind wanders during gymnastics. There is the preschool class, the little girls who are just giving this a… Read more
This and That and Marriage in Heaven Tricia Lott Williford November 11, 2013 4 Comments I love the chronological bible. It’s more like reading a novel, like hearing things as they happened, in the order… Read more
A Whole Different World Up There Tricia Lott Williford November 4, 2013 No Comments I promised the boys I would be home before bedtime. That was our agreement. Home to give hugs and kisses… Read more
It Doesn’t Feel Like Christmas When I’m Sweating. Tricia Lott Williford November 4, 2013 3 Comments There’s a theory of ‘desensitizing,’ where a person slowly reintroduces themselves to the environment of a traumatic event, and they… Read more
Once a Teacher, Always a Teacher. Tricia Lott Williford November 1, 2013 2 Comments I taught third grade and kindergarten in my teaching years, and I loved it with all my heart. They’re different… Read more
