I was 20. Maybe 22. I can’t remember. Parts of this are fuzzy, the kind of blur that comes from years of separation between The Moment and The Memory. I was working at the bank. I’d managed to get myself up to assistant head teller status. We had some overflow and understaffing between our two…
musings
Love What You Love
Joshua and I spend the morning drive to school talking. About anything and everything. Usually Sonic the Hedgehog or Toy Story. This morning’s conversation made my heart sink a little. “Mama, what song is this?” “This is the fairy godmother song fromĀ Cinderella.” “Mama, do you like Cinderella?” “I do.” “I like Lightning McQueen. Mama, you…
New York City: My Trip in Photos
No worries. I only have about three more posts about BlogHer and New York planned and then I’ll (maybe) stop talking about it. And right now, I’m not even really going to talk. Much. I think. I’m not well traveled, so going to BlogHer this year was as much about going to New York City…
Things I’m Afraid To Tell You–I (can’t) do it myself
There are lots of things that I’m afraid of. Lately, it’s that I’m not stacking up as a mother to Joshua. Or that I’ll never fit into my regular clothes again, never mind anything smaller than that. I’m also afraid of my feet hanging over the edge of the bed, getting poop on my hands…
Morning musings
Yesterday I was not the mom I want to be. I allowed my personal stress to become my child’s problem and he bore the brunt of my bad moment. I had things to do and didn’t he understand that! Why the tantrum!? He was sick and I was annoyed. And I was mad at myself…