Going the long way, sort of

Until about six weeks ago, we had planned on hopping in the car tonight to begin an epic family trek up the coast. We need to be in Lake Tahoe by Sunday at 2:00 PM because we are attending our first family camp with Pact. More about that later. The idea was to meander up the coast, stopping when we wanted, wherever we wanted, playing it all by ear. We were going to pack snacks. We were going to play car bingo. We were going to sing songs and have bonding family time, creating memories that Ruby would cherish …

Kiss me I’m irish

I’m half Irish,maybe. I align myself with being from Ireland even though I don’t know how many generations my family goes back. I do know my dad’s family is Murphy. His dad was 100% Irish and he had the liver to prove it. I understand having the last name of Murphy in Ireland is like being Smith here. Murphy means “sea-warrior” or sea-battler.” Hell, yeah. My mom’s maiden name is Kerley, another Irish name. So I figure, because I want to, I’m 50% Irish. Who wants to be a mutt? I grew up with my dad speaking in a …

LOOKING IN THE MIRROR

Today I was in a meeting when I got the text from David. Were not going jack is an ahole i don’t know what the hell is wrong with him. My stomach clutched. Poor Jack. Last night Jack had insisted on taking a shower, unheard of for my six-year-old boy. When he got out of the shower, he asked me to cut his hair so he could “look sharp.” “Jack, I’m not going to cut your hair,” I said. “How about if I put some gel in it and comb it down?” He nodded. “Mom, can you trim my …