There’s a reason this blog is called The Late Arrival. A few weeks back, my daughter and I went to church. We were a few minutes, well…late. I felt weird stares; and indignantly, hurriedly, I plopped down anyway. Five minutes later, the pastor asked the congregation to rise for the prayer and dismissal. See what I mean? One late night, the call for writing submissions for the Type-A Parenting Conference’s We Still Blog Awards appeared on my Facebook feed. I clicked the link, read the prestigious bios of the people judging the pieces and figured Yeah right, like this’ll happen. Meh…what have I got to lose. At least I can say I tried. I pressed “Submit” and forgot about it. Until nearly a month later on another late night. An email congratulated me on being one of ten finalists selected. Oh no. Really? This is all kinds of wrong. This can’t be right. Could it? It was. Then later I perused the blogs of the other finalists…and FREAKED. Their websites were beau...
Finding out everyday that sometimes, late is right on time.