by Missy Stevens | Whatever
The last week went a little like this: strep throat for one of my kids, strep throat for me (thanks, kid), cancer diagnosis for someone I love, a birthday for one of my kids, more fever for a kid. Did you catch that? A piano fell on our heads. It was not a simple...
by Missy Stevens | Whatever
The metaphorical piano has fallen on our heads this week. Even though our piano is not related to my children, I immediately thought of that post by my friend Amy, and how she compared her experience to a falling piano. Two weeks ago, I would have said about the same...
by Missy Stevens | Whatever
I’m drinking a post-lunch cup of coffee and watching Murder She Wrote. Forget turning into my mother. I’ve skipped right on and have become my mother’s grandmother. Except I didn’t really skip, because that aggravates my trick hip. Truthfully –...
by Missy Stevens | Books and Writing, Whatever
The other day my six year old asked me to read him my piece (a slightly modified version of this post) from Austin’s 2012 production of Listen to Your Mother. He sat quietly, and when I finished reading he said, good. Nothing more. Except for this: Why do we...
by Missy Stevens | Whatever
Should I tell you up front that I don’t know where this is going? Probably not. But I don’t care. I care about you, certainly, but I don’t care if this post follows any rules – writing, blogging, basic social precepts of any kind. So it’s...
by Missy Stevens | Whatever
Human kindness is overflowing, and I think it’s going to rain today. -Randy Newman That song has rattled around in my head today. It’s haunting. Are we failing each other? But people are good. Aren’t we? Well, what about the news out of Ohio today?...
Lapsed homemaker. Looking to hire a full-time housekeeper who will work for the sheer joy of a job well done and free coffee. Interested parties, DM please. 
