Kerry Rossow

The Plight of my Third Child

This photo showed up in my Facebook memories yesterday. I happened to be standing in line to register this girl for high school. The summer this was taken is so clear in my mind. She had two older brothers and a baby sister. The boys needed a lot of wrangling and the baby…well, was the […]

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Field of Dreams

Growing up in small town Indiana afforded me many luxuries.  Say huhwha?  You heard me. Spending last week yukking it up with my sisters- we all invaded the “hometown sister’s” house- made me realize what an influence the landscape of our childhood had on us. While we were busy tending to the business of growing […]

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Crazy Hosta Lady

Some blocks have a “Crazy Cat Lady.”   I am afraid that I may have become our block’s “Crazy Hosta Lady.” I have every kind of hosta you can imagine.  Blue, elephant ear, lime green, green tipped, green striped, white flowering, and purple flowering.  I could be considered a hosta hoarder, really. Many of my […]

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Blackberries and Clothespins

Two things that were constants in my childhood- blackberries and clothespins. My mother, her mother, and her mother’s mother – all southern ladies, passed these traditions down to the next generation. They could make a blackberry cobbler with a shoe. There was always a steady stream of laundry on the line. Looking back, many of […]

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Moving On…Literally

Nineteen years ago, I sat in this same room. I sat on a box in a room full of boxes and thought, “What have we done?” Here I am again, sitting on a box in a room full of boxes asking myself, “What have we done?” This house was the landscape of building our family. […]

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Naked On Healey Street

Everything in life is a balance. Motherhood is no exception.  Balancing my need to provide guidance, structure and love to my children while maintaining all the things that make me me, has been a balancing act.  When I am harping on homework, bedtimes, and OMGBRUSHYOURTEETHALREADY, I still want to have a dance party in the […]

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A Melanoma PSA

I am not ready for this.  At 41, I am not ready to worry about lumps in the breast. I am not ready to worry about friends with heart problems. I am not ready to worry about my friend’s moles.  Yet, I am here.  My generation spent time in tanning beds. We sunbathed with Baby […]

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Pink and Gray With HUGE Jewelry…An Ode To Mrs. Jordan

*Running this oldie but goodie for Teacher Appreciation week. Mrs. Jordan inspired me. Who was the “Mrs. Jordan” in your life?  My fifth grade teacher changed the trajectory of my life with one small sentence- “You should run for student council, people like you.” Her name was Mrs. Jordan, and I adored her.  She was […]

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