Parts 1 2 3 4 Claire was sweating as she glanced again at the wide-brimmed hat sitting on the chair at the dining table. The cubs were giggling as they tried to perform jumping jacks, as demonstrated by Mama Bear. "Jacob- Cub 2- kick your feet apart when your hands go up-" Claire demonstrated. So …
Since I am currently adapting Mama Bear into a screenplay, I thought I'd repost the story. Enjoy! She stood in the kitchen chewing her bottom lip. Her gloves were already on. She needed 3 more things. First, the knife and measuring cup: Her heart was pounding as she reached deep into the back of the …
Parts 1 2 3 4 Claire was sweating as she glanced again at the wide-brimmed hat sitting on the chair at the dining table. The cubs were giggling as they tried to perform jumping jacks, as demonstrated by Mama Bear. "Jacob- Cub 2- kick your feet apart when your hands go up-" Claire demonstrated. So …
I"m rubber. You're glue. Whatever bounces off me, sticks on you!" I remember hearing that a lot when I was a kid. I believe I even said it a time or three. These last few years, I have come to realize, that it is true. Example: I am the youngest of four children. My mother …
"Mom, do you remember my friend, Dane?" I looked across the empty dinner table at my fifteen year-old son, somewhat taken aback by his somber tone and matching expression. The 'somber' was what surprised me. We were in the middle of his younger siblings birthday party and there was a plateful of cake and melting …
Today, my second boy--erm, young man--will be graduating from high school. As a mother, I can't help but wonder how we got from this:To this:From here: To here: As I mentioned this is my second boy to hit this milestone, and even though I have known it was coming and have done it once already, …
I"m rubber. You're glue. Whatever bounces off me, sticks on you!" I remember hearing that a lot when I was a kid. I believe I even said it a time or three. These last few years, I have come to realize, that it is true. Example: I am the youngest of four children. My mother …
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