Drinking all the cups of coffee. Sharing all the drops of bliss. Creator of a cozy home & mama village.
I've been waiting a long time to say that the Hasz family has finally come home. Matter of fact, I think I've honestly been waiting for some sort of a culmination. A mix of the "fire by night," the "cloud by day," and the promises of jobs, babies and peace to all align. Ever since... Continue Reading →
David, My soul has waited in silence for months now. And that's unusual for me, as you well know. I have always had words. Even if they aren't the right words. Or the finished words. There has always still been words. To process the joys. To whisper together in my dormitory lobby in the wake... Continue Reading →
My Sweet Abby, You have been counting down the days until your birthday. Talking about all of the sweets and pink sparkly things that you wanted. And, today, you finally turned three. Donned your pink sparkly birthday hat. Prepared to greet the world with the same enthusiasm that you have for all of life. You... Continue Reading →
I can't say since I wrote last about our family's big changes have we fallen into an easy rhythm or magically figured out how to make two weekend days provide enough time to both accomplish all our errands and relax as a family. Some weekends I have conquered the to-do lists and others (such as... Continue Reading →
I listen to the faint hum of early morning traffic blended with the calls of chipper birds and the creeks of my new old house. With the windows open in the 5 am hour, cars on I-36 form part of the background that are my speeding thoughts. I don't even know what to title this... Continue Reading →
I love a good book. Sometimes I even skip to the end and read the climax before I peruse the rest of the pages. I know...that breaks the "avid reader" rules, but I can't help myself. It is my book. My reading experience. My "ending." Today was an ending. Maybe the end of a chapter.... Continue Reading →
Father, The clock reads 8:58 a.m., yet I feel as though I've been stuck in time. Stuck in the moment when my dad called me last Friday night to tell me that Grandpa Jack had died in his favorite chair, magazine in his lap, taking a nap, waiting for the weather to come on TV.... Continue Reading →
