Author Archives: Rebecca Frech

About Rebecca Frech

I’m the 40-something-ish wife of my beloved Computer Guy.

I’m the adoring and incredibly proud mom of nine children…two saints…seven in training.

I’m my brothers’ sister and my parents’ daughter.

I’m a devout Catholic, an avid political junkie, able debater, aspiring home-maker, amazing friend, and I make the meanest Chicken Fried Steak you’ll ever have the pleasure of eating.

I’m a homeschooling guru, a writing addict, a sometimes public-speaker, and an advocate for staying true to the person God created you to be.

I can’t live in a house with white walls, sing Billy Joel songs while I wash the dishes, will read anything you put in my hands, and am completely obsessed with rhinestones and cute shoes.

I am just like moms the whole world over, and then some.

Public School, College, and Home

For years I joked about the “magic yellow bus that came and took children away.” This year it takes away three of mine.* After sixteen years of teaching my children at home, five years of medical crises, and a whole … Continue reading

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A Mother Gone, A Daughter Missing (part 2)

It’s been a few years since I wrote this piece, with help and approval from my mom, for a TBI survivors’ group. It is one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. I’m resharing it now because we’ve finally written … Continue reading

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A Mother Missing, A Daughter Gone (Part 1)

It’s been a few years since I wrote this piece, with help and approval from my mom, for a TBI survivors’ group. It is one of my favorite things I’ve ever written. I’m resharing it now because we’ve finally written … Continue reading

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On The Funny Bone

Three years ago, my friend Calah Alexander dragged me to the Edel Conference. I was reluctant to go in the midst of our medical drama at home. She was right. It was exactly what I needed. This week, I’m getting ready … Continue reading

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The Smell of Home

The baby is asleep on my chest, the 5-year-old is snuggled so close that she has my left elbow pinned to my side, and the 7-year-old is seated between my feet, leaning against my knees. Clearly these children of mine … Continue reading

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Next to Godliness

This summer has been one of us staying purposefully close to home. After a few years of us being on a constant run, we made the decision to slow our pace down, and allow our summer vacation to be a … Continue reading

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It’s His Turn to Go

I’m the parent who gets to go, always. My husband works insane hours, so that means that when one of the children (usually Ella) has a trip, it’s me who gets to go. San Antonio, Los Angeles, Nashville, Louisville, Atlanta, … Continue reading

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Here’s to My Useless Friends

“You seem a lot happier since we moved to Texas,” my 17 year old son told me the other day. “I do?” I asked him. “That’s not surprising. I am a lot happier.” “I think it’s your friends here,” he … Continue reading

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The Hardest Part Is Just Watching The Train

When my eldest children were two or three, I thought the hardest struggles of parenting were potty training them and getting them to stop biting each other. When they were 10, I thought that the hard part of parenting was … Continue reading

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Through it all, there has been you

Twenty-one years ago today, the skies were gray and threatening rain. I wasn’t worried about the weather. No matter what happened, it would be perfect. It was a year and a half since you’d called me and said very simply, … Continue reading

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