• Fun Memories,  Henryisms,  Life as an Anthoine,  Writer

    Mainside.

    This year, Henry’s week at camp is a big one. It’s his first year on the Mainside. At Camp Winnataska, that translates to “the big kid side of the camp.” The last two years, he’s been on the Chico side with all the 6-8 year old campers, so last year he was one of the big guys on the Chico campus. For the last few months, we’ve been talking about and getting excited for camp. He’s had his calendar filled out for the whole summer, counting down the number of weeks until he left. To say he loves it is an understatement! On the way over to Alabama on Sunday,…

  • Henryisms,  Life as an Anthoine,  Writer

    With Privilege Comes Responsibility

    All my life I heard that phrase: With privilege comes responsibility.  I learned early to roll my eyes, mostly because I was a smart ass and did that kind of thing. But also because normally when that was said, it meant I was about to have to do something. Like, work. I’ve never really thought about it much, but in my mind, I think I’ve NOT said that to Henry over and over again because I don’t want him to roll his eyes at me. But now that he rolls his eyes for all kinds of reasons, mostly because he’s a 9 year old boy who acts like a 13 year…

  • Dramatic Nonsense,  Life as an Anthoine

    Just Write: The Dust Settles

    It’s been a whirlwind. All at once, all the things had to be done. Last day of work. First day of work. Moving out. Moving in. Taking the kid to Florida. Picking the kid up from Fort Valley. Everything happened all at once. It wasn’t planned like that — it is what it is. The dust is settling. We’re settling in the new house, making sure to take a minute to look out back at the calm body of water that’s feet from our back door. I’m settling in with my new job. I’ve been going into the office every day, but hope to get into the groove of working…

  • Dramatic Nonsense,  Henryisms,  Life as an Anthoine,  School Days,  Writer

    The Ace Bandage Incident

    I got a call from school the other day. Monday, in fact, after I’d been gone all the previous week and NEEDED to be at work for at least 16 hours that day. The nurse started out by saying, “It’s not an emergency” as usual. But then went on to tell me that this was the second time he had been to her office complaining about his knee hurting. Now he was dragging it. I should probably come and take him to the doctor. She put him on the phone and he sounded pitiful. “Mom, I didn’t tell you, but I hurt it on Saturday. It didn’t hurt too bad…

  • Ho-Ho-Holidays,  Life as an Anthoine

    Optimism, Football, and Thanksgiving Flu

    Nothing I have to say right now warrants its own post, so you’re getting a combo post. I’ll give you a second to get over your giddiness. ******************************* Henry has the flu. I KNOW. A holiday week with a sick kid? OF COURSE!! Yesterday, Jason took him to the doctor with the symptoms that had really shown up only about 10 hours earlier. Quick and bad. That’s how the flu looks. Positive test. Of course. I skipped out of work a little early because it was pouring rain, we had no customers, and Jason had some work calls he needed to take care of. When I got home, the first…

  • Dramatic Nonsense,  Life as an Anthoine,  Writer

    When Self-Care Looks Feels Like Failing

    Last night I ordered a Honey Baked Ham. And Honey Baked Ham brand smoked turkey. I have failed at Thanksgiving.  For the first time since Jason and I got married in 1998, I will not be making the turkey. I don’t normally make the ham, seeing that I don’t eat either of them, but I always make the turkey. Even if we have Thanksgiving somewhere else, I ALWAYS prepare a turkey for us to have at home for the weekend. I feel like an utter failure for forking out nearly $100 for some chain to produce my meat products (that I won’t even eat) for our favorite holiday of all…

  • Henryisms,  Life as an Anthoine

    Wingman

    Scene: Saturday night, master bathroom. Henry’s in the shower. Mom (me) is flat-ironing her hair. Henry: Where are you going? Mom: Date night. I gotta look pretty. Henry: Are you going out with a boy other than Dad? Mom: (shocked and trying not to giggle) No baby, I’m going out with your dad. He would be mad if I went out with another boy. Just like I would be mad if he went out on a date with another girl. Henry: But he does go out on dates. Mom: Really? How do you know? Henry: Because I’m his wingman. Mom: What does that mean? And are you for real? Henry:…

  • Fun Memories,  Life as an Anthoine,  Writer

    Hey Freddie…where’s our gift?

    Jason and I were married at St. Simons Island on the coast of Georgia in September of 1998. We married at The King and Prince on the lawn, between the 3 palms. Right next to the lawn is a row of about 5 rooms with patios and tables looking out towards the ocean. We had somewhere around 120 people at the wedding. It was a small gathering, a beautiful ceremony and even better reception. My grandfather, an avid golfer, noticed that we had a wedding crasher. The person who turned out to be our most treasured guest was professional golfer Fred Couples. He joined us in his t-shirt and shorts…