God Cracker (n.) meaning communion wafer. Used in a sentence, “Mom, I want a God Cracker!” My boys have always been inquisitive about how things work and tend to ask frequently if they can engage in the same activities as adults. During a Sunday church service several weeks ago, my son made a unique observation. We were nearing the part of the service when it was almost time for communion and...
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The Peters family has been up to our usual summer event schedule. We stay up entirely too late, we have a hard time waking up every morning, and we don’t get enough time to do all the fun things that fun moms let their kids do (i.e. go to the pool daily). Yesterday, we helped wrangle some cattle out at the original White Farmhouse, and I was told by my younger brother that I wasn’t any good at...
Like any good and dysfunctional marriage, my husband and I do not have the same perspectives on meal preparation at our house. I take a more conventional approach as taught by my mother and grandmother which requires days of planning and a monthly grocery list that usually results in the bulk of our intake for the entire month in one single trip the store. On the other hand, my husband is more of a...
Last week, I was asked by a local citizen who is a part of the Voices for Vision Coalition (VVC) to support a measure to establish a task force and a name for the approximately six miles of trail system that wind through and around the City of Wayne. Upon reading the letter accompanying the request, my initial response was to simply not sign the petition for the naming of the trail. Not being one to...
Alas, the summer light fades into the early darkness of daylight savings time. The harvest is over, and the harvest log chronicling the high and lows of this year’s harvest season has been put to rest for the year. With all of my free time, I checked out a 550 page book from the public library and started making plans for the work that still needs done to our building. My husband has his frowny...
We drew a wild card this year, but it just so happens I have an ace in the hole. Lucky Logan Peters turns lucky #7 today. He’s sporting his first wiggly tooth and counting on some bank from the tooth fairy this week. Who knows, today might even be the lucky day at the rate things are going! PERSEVERANCE Seven. Years. My May Day, mayday! Snow storm and all! I wanted to take a moment to...
Time to get real. This week has not consisted of any Covid shining moments for me. Yesterday, I managed to get into a knock-down, drag-out fight over Little Red Riding Hood with my 6-year old. It ended with me literally tearing his assignment into teeny-tiny pieces right in front of him. All because he wouldn’t do his homework when told. Definitely not my shiniest mom moment. Good thing he was...
I haven’t been sleeping much since I got this hair-brained idea to expand my real estate game in 2020. I’m living on caffeine, grain alcohol, ibuprofen, a bit of nicotine, Tums, hard seltzer, and a prayer. Just call me Bon Jovi. The first year for any new business is tough, but if I get taken down by some disease a bat promulgated without gaining super hero powers to save Gotham City, I will be...