Tales From a Sixth Grade Life Coach

Tales From a Sixth Grade Life Coach



I hope your Christmas was everything you hoped for.

We had a day full to the brim and spilling over with joy and I wish I had a snapshot of every minute.

It would make a best seller.

And the best chapter?

Tales from a Sixth Grade Life Coach.




Last week the twins came rushing through the door bursting with excitement.

I heard them long before they rounded the corner.

“Mom…..Mom…..MOM. You won’t believe what happened!” they said in unison.

This is a common conversation starter around our house.

Let’s be real.  When you are twelve and in sixth grade you can never believe what happened.

Like never.



I closed the computer and sat upright in the chair.  I knew this was a discussion that would require my complete and undivided attention.

“Tell me,” I said.  “Tell me everything.”

One of the twins rolled her eyes, “Mom.  This is serious.  Someone wrote a poem for her.”

“Really?” I said.  A poem for your sister?  That sounds exciting.” crossing my fingers that this was the appropriate response for a declaration of such magnitude.


The other twin blushed and shrugged her shoulders.

“Mom,” she said softly.  “It was a beautiful poem.  He wrote it on a note and had one of his friends hand it to me.  He wrote it just for me.  Can you believe it?  A poem written just for me.”

My heart cracked just a little at the sweetness of it.

“Oh sweetheart,” I sighed.  “That’s wonderful.  How special.  Can you read it to me?”


“Oh I don’t have to read it.  I have it memorized,” she said with a smile.

And then….in a soft sweet voice she recited:

“Roses are red.

Violets are blue.

There’s no one 

As beautiful as you.” 

And as she finished, a worried look came over her face.

“But Mom….after I got the poem….he didn’t talk to me any more after that.  And now everyone knows.  What should I say?”

Before I could say anything, her sister spoke up.  She looked at her twin with all the wisdom of a sixth grade life coach.

“Don’t worry about him.  Don’t worry about any of them.  I know he said he wrote it….but I’m pretty sure I’ve heard that poem before.”

Then she paused and smiled at her sister and blurted out the most reassuring thing she could think of…..“And who cares about him anyway?

….He probably just got it off the internet.” 

PS  The only thing better than having a twin sister….

…..is knowing she always has your back. :)

Merry Christmas

Merry Christmas


Joy to the world, the Lord is come.

Let earth receive her king.

Let every heart prepare him room.

And heaven and nature sing.

And heaven and nature sing.

And he….ea…..ven and heaven and nature sing.Continue reading

Lamps Plus Gift Guide and a Giveaway!

Lamps Plus Gift Guide and a Giveaway!

Lamps Plus Gift Guide

When I was growing up we had a red plate.

And when you got an A on a test or lost a tooth or won a blue ribbon for the hula hooping contest or finished second in the multiplication bee….you couldn’t wait to get home because you knew that sitting at your place at the dinner table….

….would be the red plate.

Your mom would serve dinner and you’d look around the table at everyone else eating on plain white plates.

Bless their hearts.

And you knew that you knew that you knew….you were special.

I mean after all

….the plate said it. :)Continue reading




Sometimes when I’m on the phone with my friend….I have so much to say….

….that I have to number them.

Just like today.  So here….in no particular order are some random thoughts on a Saturday morning:

1.  We don’t have a stop light in the entire county where I live….but we just got a Dunkin’ Donuts 45 minutes away.  Best. Coffee. Ever.

2.  Has anyone tried on over-the-knee boots lately?  Is it me…or do they look like something from an episode of Battlestar Gallactica?

3.  I’m going old school this Christmas.  Red and white and green.

4.  I just saw in People magazine that another Duggar daughter got married.  Prettiest. Wedding. Dress. Ever.  And no more side hugs. :)

5.  I’m spending the day painting a room, organizing a closet and watching football…..

…..how about you?Continue reading

How to Paint a Table to Look Distressed

How to Paint a Table to Look Distressed

how to faux finish furniture

In other news here at the farm…..

….my mother has discovered  emojis.


You know….all the little smiley faces and winking smiley faces and dancing turkeys and grinning pumpkins that you add to your text or e-mail.

And I love my mother.

She raised me.

And just in case you were wondering….she’s always right.  

But Nana, it’s time to calm down and remember….

….a little emoji goes a long way. :)Continue reading

I Wish

I Wish


If you read this….please take a moment to tell someone special to you how much you love them.


Late last night we found out that our sweet youth pastor and his entire family were killed in a car crash in Nashville.

Four brilliant, beautiful, wonderful lives snuffed out in an instant on a busy freeway.

And I sit here typing this to you with tears streaming down my face…..

…..because I wish.

I wish I would have told him of the amazing impact he had on my children.

I wish I would have told him his jokes made me laugh.

I wish I would have told him generations of families will be forever changed because of his leadership and how he allowed God to use him.

I wish I would have told him what a light he was in a world sometimes full of hurt and heartache and overwhelming sadness.

I wish.

“Today is a new day.

Make the most of it.

Tell someone you love them.

Smile at someone.

Give a hug.

Hold a hand.

Or just listen for a moment and be a friend.”





summer at thistlewood

Happy summer from the country.

This is what my friend brought me yesterday.

Summer squash and cucumbers and tomatoes.

I think I’m going to try this fresh salsa recipe from The Pioneer Woman.

Except without the onions…..and extra jalepenos. :)Continue reading

Love Letters From Thistlewood

Love Letters From Thistlewood



When you are a parent….

…you do a lot of talking.

You talk about being nice and waiting your turn and making good choices and respecting each other and speaking in an inside voice and trying your hardest….

….and keeping your promises.

There’s a lot of variations on the same theme.

And in the middle of all that conversation and discussion…..sometimes you sigh….and wonder if anyone is listening.

This Mother’s Day….my son gave me a gift that let me know…

….he had heard (almost) every word.Continue reading