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Serving Clovis, Portales and the Surrounding Communities
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We were sitting on the couch; more to the point, I was sitting, he was in my arms, my newborn son. Little mittens on his hands, tiny hat on his head; he was warm and cuddly and I sat staring, absorbing every detail of his sweet, pink face. His eyebrows were mere wisps. His lashes hadn't yet grown in. His lips pursed, forming tiny bubbles and I gazed at him, dazed and in awe that after all that waiting _ nine whole months of interminable waiting _ my son had arrived. My whole life had led me to that moment and now that we...
We were sitting on the couch; more to the point, I was sitting, he was in my arms, my newborn son. Little mittens on his hands, tiny hat on his head; he was warm and cuddly and I sat staring, absorbing every detail of his sweet, pink face. His eyebrows were mere wisps. His lashes hadn't yet grown in. His lips pursed, forming tiny bubbles and I gazed at him, dazed and in awe that after all that waiting _ nine whole months of interminable waiting _ my son had arrived. My whole life had led me to that moment and now that we...
For those of us in blended-family land, it's been a long, long summer. I never exactly know how to feel about this particular season. My husband and I are the primary parents to our massive brood of kids; but come summer, visitation schedules change, culling our herd. How would I describe it? By the school year's end I am ready for his change. Not ready to say goodbye, per se; just ready for the hubbub of studying and finals to end and for the kids to laze and the sun to shine and watermelon to be had. But after a week or so,...
For those of us in blended-family land, it's been a long, long summer. I never exactly know how to feel about this particular season. My husband and I are the primary parents to our massive brood of kids; but come summer, visitation schedules change, culling our herd. How would I describe it? By the school year's end I am ready for his change. Not ready to say goodbye, per se; just ready for the hubbub of studying and finals to end and for the kids to laze and the sun to shine and watermelon to be had. But after a week or so,... Full story
As a young lass, I never wanted the "typical" dream of growing up and getting married and having 2.5 kids and settling down into the 3-bed, 2-bath home with the picket fence. Partial lie — I wanted the picket fence, but mostly I just wanted my parents to build a picket fence around our army green, ranch-style tract home. (Talk about curb appeal.) No. I dreamed of growing up, living a metropolis and becoming a superhero. I seriously thought it was achievable because, A. They promised the future would have jet packs and... Full story
As a young lass, I never wanted the "typical" dream of growing up and getting married and having 2.5 kids and settling down into the 3-bed, 2-bath home with the picket fence. Partial lie — I wanted the picket fence, but mostly I just wanted my parents to build a picket fence around our army green, ranch-style tract home. (Talk about curb appeal.) No. I dreamed of growing up, living a metropolis and becoming a superhero. I seriously thought it was achievable because, A. They promised the future would have jet packs and...
When it comes to hosting a family event in my world, let it be known: the bar has been set. I believe it all began 60 years ago, when my incredibly charming grandmother, Mimi, would have our extended family over for any type of get together. Imagine: children crawling on the carpet and having water balloon fights in the front yard; the men drinking and smoking while playing cards on the back porch; and the women enjoying “refreshments” while snacking on crackers and cheese in the living room near the comfort of the swamp coo...
When it comes to hosting a family event in my world, let it be known: the bar has been set. I believe it all began 60 years ago, when my incredibly charming grandmother, Mimi, would have our extended family over for any type of get together. Imagine: children crawling on the carpet and having water balloon fights in the front yard; the men drinking and smoking while playing cards on the back porch; and the women enjoying “refreshments” while snacking on crackers and cheese in the living room near the comfort of the swamp coo... Full story
