a Mother’s Day article
(originally written for Fountain of Life magazine)
It was the only time I ever called a radio station. At least so far. Who knows, maybe tomorrow another desperate situation will arise. That time, I was a young mother, and the talk show topic was how to keep your preschoolers busy and out of trouble. I called. And pleaded…
“What do you do with a three-year-old, a two-year-old, and two three-week-old twins?”
The radio host’s response? “Uhh, could you say that again?” Continue reading
A funny thing happened on the way to the Christmas brunch….by way of last night.
OK–Still Christmas posts? Well, I still have MY Christmas tree up… and, as I said in my last post, the effect of Christmas lasts all year. So….
a reprint from my original Kenosha News “My Turn” column from a few years back…
Because sometimes I need a reminder!
I had a birthday. (Notice I didn’t say “celebrated” one.) My 40th. Much harder than I expected.
Problem was, I’d had a goal. A dream. Something I wanted to do by that momentous day.
I missed it. Just. Came SO close; but you know what they say—only counts in horseshoes and hand-grenades. This was neither. Continue reading
If I could ask you to close your eyes, I would. But it’s kind of hard to read that way, huh? Either way, I’d like to paint you a picture. The perfect one…
This weekend, my family and I had a wonderful getaway. Believe me, we needed it! Life’s been a bit crazy lately. And if you know my family, that’s saying something… because some people would say our life is always a bit crazy. The past four months have been more so than usual, with some days honestly seeming almost unbearable.
But Continue reading
(Adapted from my school newsletter column, printed Jan 2010)
Don’t know too many people who like it.
As a young mom, I never really minded changing diapers. (Did 8 in one hour once between twins and toddlers.) Didn’t even mind getting up in the middle of the night. But I hated the refereeing! Figuring out the he said/ she saids. Figuring out who started it. Figuring out what should happen next.
It was exhausting!
To be honest, it’s not much easier with adults. Sometimes it’s even harder. And as a family/ group/ community grows, both in age and in numbers—passing that newlywed stage, losing that “new house smell,” getting finger prints on the walls, …we start noticing each other’s socks on the floor, the toilet paper roll put on the wrong way, the toilet seat left up. (Did I just say that on my website??!) Continue reading
(an adaption of my column originally printed as the first page of a school newsletter)
… I told you I’d take this space to write what I thought we needed to hear…what I needed to hear. This time, I thought maybe that might be an introduction of myself. Who is this former PTA president anyway?
Some things you may already know: mother of 5, my youngest in 6th grade, my oldest a sophomore in college, wife of 21 years, hold a degree in K- 9th grade teaching, enjoy reading, love to write, love to sing, addicted to Diet Coke. Some things you might not have known: taught in Africa before I got married, twirled a rifle in high school, born and raised in North Carolina, hide my southern accent because people used to listen to how I said it more than what I said. But after all that, I think sometimes people have little idea who Elizabeth Daghfal really is. A few weeks ago, a newspaper reporter wrote a very nice article on healthy eating, asking if she could photograph my family for it. The day the article came out, quite a few commented on it, suggesting a new title: “SuperMom.”
Now, that is not me! Continue reading