Sense This     To say the past several months have been rough would be to tell a half-truth. No, it would be to tell a one-sixteenth truth. Or maybe there’s a fractional exponent in there somewhere, I can’t really tell. And while it could always be worse, it’s bad enough, thank you very much, and Murphy and his laws can kindly move along from our little abode. But I won’t regale you with the trials and tribulations of the Telger household other than to

New Puppy, New World     You guys, my new mom put me in a kitten collar. Like for baby cats! And then, when we walked into the vet’s today for my outstanding health check-up, and mom brought me in in my little kennel, the tech at the desk looked at me expecting a cat and then said, “That is not a cat!” Of course, I’m not a cat!! Then the staff got all squidgy and cutesy and giggly with me. I charmed the socks

Tending the Garden of My Soul by Jen Telger     ***Warning: If you are currently experiencing a mental health crisis, this post could be triggering. Please proceed with caution and make a healthy choice that is appropriate to your situation.*** In 2018, my daughter innocently passed on words of wisdom that have reached much farther than she will likely ever know. Our conversation went like this: A: “Mom, do you know what I think is the prettiest thing in your garden?” Me: “What’s that,

The Day the ‘Heavy Seven’ Met Their Match by Jen Telger     Back in 2016, I had a day that will live in infamy. I know, I know, that sounds overly dramatic. Read on. It’s been an interesting day. I say that as I lay in bed, laptop on my lap, brownie/ice cream/chocolate sauce in my tummy, and both kids asleep. I say that because the day is over. I say that because it was a day that made me laugh out loud at

What’s in a Name?     In April ’09, I sent an update to our family containing the following excerpt, which explains it all. It became the first post of a personal blog I continued to write while the kids were little called Rock, Paper…Diaper? Here is how it got it’s name. “I’ve been duped.  Outwitted.  Outplayed.  Out-parented, even.  Our daughter has been sleeping through the night for a while now.  I don’t mind so much on the rare night she wakes up hungry/thirsty, but