I can not believe that it has been two years since I started writing at Momaha.com. What a great adventure it has been. I had no idea the world that was behind social media, and in these two short years I have met wonderful people, both in Omaha and across the country, who I...
Last July, a neighbor asked me if I’d like to have my home on the Holiday Home Tour to benefit the Waverly Library. If you know me, you know that I have a soft spot for books. Somehow I managed to relocate my entire family into a community that does nothave it’s own library. I...
My faith has taken some hits lately, and for good reason. At times we seem more concerned with the life of an unborn child than of those lives who are a product of a mother’s decision to choose life. We don’t want our teachers teaching our children about safe-sex or evolution, but we want...
Graceful. Lithe. Nimble. Agile. All words I envision could describe me when I am on a run. Slow. Quirky. Awkward. All words that actually describe me when I am on a run. It was never more evident than Sunday night during an incredible display of my athletic grandeur. (Read more at Momaha.com)
First off, let me just say I didn’t do it. Well, I didn’t do what they say I did. I was doing something else, when it looked like I was doing what they said I did. For the sake of argument, I may, or may not, have been involved with the display of a...
My youngest child is nearly three-and-a –half, and while he weighed nearly 10 lbs at birth, I am still hanging onto the last 20 pounds I gained to add another boy to my brood. So I am on a diet. A very strict diet. You see, I tried exercising my way out, running two...
I lead a double life. Nothing as tantalizing as mom by day and exotic dancer by night, but still a dichotomy of sorts. Some days, I am up by 6 a.m., showered with my hair and make-up done, donning a pencil skirt and high-heeled shoes. Other days, my hair is in a ponytail, and...
Life is a tricky thing. At first, it let’s me believe that I am in control. I choose my destiny. I reach for my dreams. But then, somewhere along the lines, Life tries to take control of everything. Marriage, jobs, a couple of address changes, a few kids, then toss in some sports teams...
I am really bad at doing crafts. I get no joy from the experience. All that mess, the clean-up, with just a so-so result. Ugh. Yuck. I even thought I was off the hook since I have three boisterous boys who would rather climb the gutters or swing from a chandelier than sit and...
One of my best friends recently moved to Okinawa, Japan, and the 14-hour time difference makes conversation a little more difficult, even with all the social media tools at our disposal. So today I went old-school, telling her about our lives here and asking about their transition. And it felt good. It has been...
