Nichole

In twenty-four hours, we will gather at the Crest Theatre, where we will get lost in the tech rehearsal, pace nervously as we wait for the show to begin and the night will fly by in the blink of an eye. I know this first hand. And in the craziness, the last-minute makeup application and...

Around tables that formed a rectangle, we sat, fidgeting with our papers, our anticipation and trepidation palpable. We knew so very little about one another then. One by one, we read our words, each exposing one small, yet telling piece of who we are. One beautiful, vulnerable piece of who we are. Each piece stood on it’s own,...

Before I applied to bring Listen to Your Mother to Sacramento, my thoughts were consumed by the end of the journey… the night when everything would come together on stage and the audience would be swept away in the stories I knew were just waiting to be told. Having been a part of the LTYM...

It is nearly midnight. I just got home from a night filled with laughter and friends. Craig has left the light on over the bar, where Katie’s completed homework sits, waiting to be tucked into her backpack in the morning. Matthew’s Woody and Buzz Lightyear figures lay beside Katie’s homework, waiting for familiar 3-year-old hands. Now I will...

I’ve always envied those families who begin each December with a fresh Advent calendar. There’s something magical about knowing that behind every tiny door, a lovely treasure waits just for you. We never had an Advent calendar when I was a child and I’ve toyed with the idea of introducing one to our family, but somehow,...

I’m the mom who begs for an end to the goody bag indulgence, rolls her eyes when the other moms send their children to school with individual bags of treats for Halloween and keeps birthday parties small. But when it comes to Valentine’s Day, I temporarily lose my mind. When it comes to things pink...

You grasp my hand and pull me toward the booth where the hostess waits. There is no longer any discussion of a high chair or booster seat. You simply won’t have it. You hoist yourself onto the seat, bounce two times for good measure. The server greets us and you order milk, please and reach for the crayons. Your...

Earlier this month, I was whining talking with my friend Cam about how much I wanted my blog to look like hers. It’s clean, well thought out and pretty. So very pretty. The only problem? Doug Bowman, her brilliant designer, is more than a little busy… you know, with his day job. And being Cam’s husband and...

I heard crying even before I saw it. Katie’s cries carried down the stairway… Mommy! Matthew broke his Buzz Lightyear Christmas ornament! In her hands, she held Buzz. In three pieces. Matthew trailed behind, with a look of guilt on his tiny face and tears in his eyes. It’s okay, Mommy will fix it,...

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