Angela Amman

Joy

When quiet is loud

– Posted in: Joy

My sweet boy, You wore your backpack for almost forty minutes before we had to leave, and even with photos on the porch and double-checked car seat buckles, we were early. Earlier, you shrugged off the shirt I chose and pulled on an old favorite in your beloved green, and I let you wear it [...]

Saturdays

– Posted in: Favorites, Joy

Mopping wasn't in my plans, but a storm of home improvement dust coated the surface of the tiles. A bucket and mop would take the place of whatever I'd expected to be doing for the next thirty minutes. Unplanned for cleaning left me a bit grumpy, but I paused. Steam intensified the scent in the [...]

Take a seat – LTYM videos are here!

– Posted in: Joy, Writing & Blogging

Bedtime was already ticking past its expiration. Three rousing games of Zingo — red card, then green card, then red again — and a patience-straining room pick up meant the sun was beginning to dip toward the horizon. Still, we read. Stories are a balm in our days. They soothe our bad moods and calm [...]

Sleepy but happy

– Posted in: Joy

I rushed into The Great Lakes Coffee Company for the first time when we were working on Listen to Your Mother. Our second day of auditions took place there. I was running late in the way I tend to be when juggling child-free scheduling — not exactly late but sliding into where I need to [...]

Summer break

– Posted in: Guest Posts, Joy

Abbey's last day was Thursday, and Dylan's been done since the end of May, but today finally feels like the start of our summer vacation. Our break is shiny and new today, and everyone is excited about reading logs and barbecues and having to join me at the grocery store for the seventh time because [...]

Breeze

– Posted in: challenges, Joy

The weekend was the kind of busy that will likely creep into our lives more and more as the kids get older. Social commitments and extracurricular activities and choices about what to do when overlapping times became impossible to share. By Monday, we were all exhausted. The alarm rang, I'm sure. I reached to turn [...]

Drums aren’t all bad

– Posted in: Joy

Our yard is bathed in green today. Rain pelted the ground, soccer practice was canceled, and I stood at the kitchen window and stared at the wet blades of grass. Pondering the greenness of the grass might seem silly. After all, it's the color grass should be, the crayon grabbed first when coloring a picture [...]