Humble Pie

Love that I just publically posted that I obviously haven’t mastered the “reblog.”   I thought that I would just get a draft I could go back and edit as I do when I share articles. Sorry for all of the typos and such if you received my accidental reblog of a post from The Feminist Kitchen.  Her piece is great, and worth reading, but my quick draft of “comments”  looks like I let my four year old on the computer.  And apparently, I can’t delete it.  Humbling moment 782 this week.

I guess this is also a good opportunity to explain why I haven’t been writing.  If you have ever had a toddler on steroids and breathing treatments, you understand that it takes every ounce of cerebral energy to get through the day.  And although he has recovered, I have not.    I have been drinking wine, just haven’t been able to write.   I will write very soon.  Thanks for your patience with my goof.




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Being a stay- at-home mom can leave one thirsting for a taste of the outside world, a world in which sentences are composed of more than three words. Being an educator means one is always seeking an opportunity to explore and learn. Being a woman with a need to connect can be a challenge when adult conversations are rare. In wine, I find the marriage of art and science, agriculture and storytelling provides limitless areas to explore. But it is the people that keep me engaged. The tenacity needed to keep the family dream alive, the risk to start anew, the trials and principles. I love the history of the vine, the impact of a season, the sentiment in the bottle. That is why I write. I write to tell their stories, to share a piece of mine. I write to learn as I teach others. I write to connect with new friends, to disconnect from the world. I write to celebrate what makes each of us unique, and that which ties us together.

5 thoughts on “Humble Pie

  1. No need to apologize. A mom’s job is never done, especially, when she needs to care for a sick child. Enjoy your wine and relax. Wishing you a calm, peaceful and relaxing mother’s day!


  2. Well, I understand you perfectly – our son had croup quite often until the age of 9 or 10 – when you wake up during the night hearing that your baby cannot breathe…it is not pretty. I still remember countless hours by the steamy shower or by the open freezer (we tried all we could before settling for steroids). For a while, a bottle of steroids was our traveling companion anywhere we went.
    But – it should go away with time…
    And not to worry – will wait for your next blog post 🙂


    1. No fun, huh? At 2, he has had croup 3-4 times with one trip to the ER. Scary stuff. And the steroids are just awful. My already high-energy guy was just off the walls and frustrated for a week. Not good company for a dramatic four year old sister 😉 Thank you for understanding!


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