Selling a house you made into a home is an emotional process.
There are two things in my life that never fail me: One — Everything hits the fan when my husband leaves for training and two, my children always find a new way to scare me.
Just as the wheels of my airplane touched back down in Texas Sunday morning, the first alert I saw after turning my cell phone back on was three Baton Rouge police officers were ambushed and killed in a shootout while we were 30,000 feet up.
Once upon a time I thought traveling with twin infants was hard. Then I woke up, those twins had became toddlers and I somehow developed travel amnesia and decided to fly with my now 18-month-olds.
At my current age, Albert Einstein had discovered the “Theory of Relativity,” but in 30 years I have called four states home, got married, lived in six houses, earned three degrees, bought a house of my own and had twins.
The last time I wrote a column I had a belly full of babies. I also had a career that I loved, yet I had no idea exactly how much my life was going to change. My husband and I had been a couple of D.I.N.K’s (double income, no kids) for more than a decade. I never really put much stock into T…