Gretchen Leigh

Throw the ball, see where it lands

Throw the ball, see where it lands

My daughters were on spring break last week. Now that they’re adult-types, I’m not involved with their breaks and vacations, besides the fact that I… Continue reading

Throw the ball, see where it lands
An Easter of freedom

An Easter of freedom

Our children abandoned us over Easter. I knew it was coming, but I was sorry to see it arrive. Sakura-con is always Easter weekend. It’s… Continue reading

An Easter of freedom
Still crèma-less in Covington

Still crèma-less in Covington

There are times in my life when I realize it might just be me. As in, I may be the crazy one, even though I’ve… Continue reading

Still crèma-less in Covington
What all fathers want for their daughters

What all fathers want for their daughters

I don’t often brag about my daughters, though my youngest disagrees. She told me I’m quick to tell everyone about the costumes she makes and… Continue reading

What all fathers want for their daughters
An innocent child shall lead us

An innocent child shall lead us

I’m helping my mom organize her house. It’s been a long time coming, and with my husband’s retirement I feel freer be away from home… Continue reading

An innocent child shall lead us
Maybe I chose wrong

Maybe I chose wrong

My husband is officially retired. Or tired. However you view the life milestone when it’s time to quit working forever. From what I hear, nice… Continue reading

Maybe I chose wrong
I’m not the crazy one

I’m not the crazy one

My youngest was a picky eater when she was young. I don’t give much credence to picky eaters. I never coddled her when it came… Continue reading

I’m not the crazy one
What’s the point if you can’t embarrass them every once in awhile?

What’s the point if you can’t embarrass them every once in awhile?

The last few weeks I’ve been working on a photo album for my youngest daughter of all the conventions she’s attended — Comicon, Sakura-con, Akicon,… Continue reading

What’s the point if you can’t embarrass them every once in awhile?
He did have an opinion about my pot use

He did have an opinion about my pot use

I feel as if my life is in constant flux and I honestly don’t know if it’s just my nature or if it really is… Continue reading

He did have an opinion about my pot use
Playing Marco Polo at home to locate each other

Playing Marco Polo at home to locate each other

“Marco!” My youngest daughter was looking for me in our home, of all places. I was looking for her, so I yelled back, “Polo!” The… Continue reading

Playing Marco Polo at home to locate each other
Challenge complete

Challenge complete

Back when my husband and I were single, which is what I fondly refer to the time after we were married but before we had… Continue reading

Challenge complete

Taking blame where blame is due

Kids in their teens and early twenties have not fully learned skills of compromise and patience; at least not with those whom they’re close to. I hear all the time from my daughters how we should tolerate people’s differences in this day of too many identity options. But when it comes to their siblings, the rules don’t necessarily apply. We parents give our children sisters and brothers, so they can learn patience and kindness, or the best way to smack that sibling up side the head without mom catching them.

Gone to the plant side | Living with Gleigh

You can tell what my main focus has been these past few weeks because I’ve only written about my yard and rocks. I think it’s my way of sticking my fingers in my ears and yelling “yayayayayayaya” to try and forget my youngest daughter is graduating high school in a month.

Rock goes around comes around | Living with Gleigh

Apparently I’m the only neighbor who doesn’t have a pile of rocks in my yard. This is an old neighborhood, established in the sixties when they built things the old fashion way.

Maybe I gave it something to think about | Living with Gleigh

Last week I cleaned out the far corner of my backyard. My husband had thrown some old roofing out there in an attempt to kill the Japanese Knotweed. It’s a noxious weed that creeps in under the guise of bamboo.

I’ll just make reservations | Living with Gleigh

I reserved the family room for my husband last weekend so he could watch the Daytona 500 in the comfort of his own home, on his own couch. Yes, you read it right – I reserved it. Reserving the family room is a bigger deal than it should be for the patriarch of the household.

Mug intervention | Living with Gleigh

Just a couple weeks ago I talked about how I like my stuff arranged in certain configurations; kitchen items, towels, community-use types of things. I often struggle to get my family to comply, but with five of us living here, my efforts are usually met with a lackadaisical attitude.

Breaking New Year’s goals into small resolutions | Living with Gleigh

I’ve decided to make New Year’s goals instead of resolutions. I’ve never really believed in resolutions at the New Year, because I don’t enjoy setting myself up for failure. Why is it we believe that just because the calendar changed, we will too?

Simple is better when it comes to Christmas | Living with Gleigh

My youngest daughter was observing our Christmas tree the other day and divulged that when she was little she had always wanted one of those perfect, elaborate trees – flocked with a theme of ornaments or colors. She wanted a tree that really screamed Christmas.

Peace and joy | Living with Gleigh

I woke up feeling anxious today. I wasn’t sure if it was over something I was dreaming about, the fact I hadn’t written a column yet, or if it was just reality setting in.