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I Must Have THE TALK (and other prose)

In honor of National Poetry month, and inspired by Marvin K. Mooney . . . Dr. Seuss . . . and all the moms, dads, and pre-teen kids who read my books, I share this with you: It’s Time for THE TALK, But I Don’t Know How The time has come. The time is now. I must have THE TALK, but I don’t know how. My kid’s at that age — that she just needs to know. My dear, oh dear, just how will it go? There’s growing and shaving; all the puberty stuff too And where do babies come from! WHAT’S A MOM TO DO? That’s when I found Corky and a dude called Bork To help tell the kids: IT’S NOT REALLY THE STORK! Just click right here and you’ll have ALL YOU NEED To help you complete this pre-adolescent deed You made it through potty training and the terrible twos It’s just the next stage of life in your mommy dues Trust me when I say the books make it fun Some …

Who Loves Summer?

Published by Terri Shearer Trenchard

I do. Absolutely. Best time of the year. That’s why . . . well . . . my blog’s just a little light these summer days. I like it the good ‘ole fashioned way: lemonade stands, long days at the pool, late bedtimes cuz the fireflies are still out, hopscotch followed by vanilla custard and chocolate jimmies. Not to mention the beach. Pure grace. The waves come in, the waves go out. And no one, not a one, is ever the same. Pure grace. Sand castles, riding the waves, drip castles. Gotta love those sand buckets, filled with water, making the highest drip castle ever. Bike rides, the smell of sunscreen, the scent of bug spray. Even the occasional mosquito bug itch. And the smell of summer grass, freshly clipped, in the heat of the summer night. So forgive me if I’m not bloggin’ . . . but I’m on a little hiatus, with the kids, the sand, the sidewalk chalk, the summer sun. Like every year, it sifts right through our hands. Catch it …