I have always felt that the phrase “we can do hard things” is a little…cheesy. True, but with a side of gouda. But today I did a hard thing that I didn’t even know was going to be a hard thing until I was staring down the barrel of a panic attack as the situation…
motherhood
When It Snows In Georgia
When it snows in Georgia, time stops. It’s like the world has just decided to stand still and so has every single person who is native to this state. It’s such a rarity most of us revel in it, even when the snowfall doesn’t top two inches. We can’t help it. It’s just…what we do….
At Least There Was Pizza
There’s no pretty way to say this and this post is going to be whiny and rambly and unpolished and I don’t even care because it totally mimics the day I just survived. Am still surviving. (Thanks to a bath and a glass of Malbec.) Today was terrible, almost from start to finish. The kind…
Absence and Hearts and Stuff
You know how people say when you love something you should let it go? That statement does not necessarily apply to home Internet service, which I know I have complained about not having so often now people are probably on the verge of stuffing a dirty sock in my mouth just to get me to…
All My Children
This morning started off the same as any other. Get up, get dressed, head downstairs, start the day. Except this morning, while drinking my coffee and scrolling through Facebook, I learned that one of my former students died of a heroin overdose. It’s not the way anyone expects the day to begin, but it’s how…