MaMoMeMo
May is motherhood memoir month

Adventure

Mamomemo moves to France… in 2025?

In 2024 our middle daughter, Lily Rose, got married. Soon after, we went to France. Then right before Christmas we went back to France, and a month later, I’m still here. What am I doing here in France? A question of purpose… Just this week I remembered a post-it note I wrote and put next to the refrigerator a year or so ago. “By 2029 we will live in or near Paris for 1-3 months.” Wish fulfillment? I’ve built a few friendships with French women over the past few years and one of them offered me her apartment in Paris since she lives with her boyfriend, so the opportunity presented itself (more later on building community in France) I’ve been in France for a month and probably won’t return home to Camas, WA for another three weeks because, pourquois pas? Why not? as the French are fond of throwing in…

I Hope You Dance

When it was our turn to dance as parents I could hardly remember how to move my feet, but then John reminded me of the steps. He whispered quick, quick, slow, slow… I was a little numb at the time, but his words, simple as they were, made it to my feet, coaxing them into a rhythm.

More Bees, Less Words

Today a friend said she had two swarms of bees at her house and I could come get one if I wanted. But it was about 20 feet up in a tree. I like a challenge. The hub was reluctant, in the middle of a project… but he’s a game guy. This time our 13 year-old daughter came too, all three of us suited up in our bee suits. Bee girl It was a huge swarm. Actually, the two swarms merged into one. We went back and forth with ideas of how best to get it down, if it was even possible. The professionals from our bee club said it was too high; they’d just leave it. Huge swarm up high But we figured out a plan. The hub climbed up a ladder tethered to his truck, lassoed the branch with a rope and shook this huge swarm into a…

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