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…
PPA
Mother’s Day Rally
I may have quit my job on Friday, but I’ll always be an English teacher. Part of what drew me to that field in the first place is the way words speak to me, sometimes when they’re actually spoken from someone’s mouth, but more often from the pages on which they are written. Today I’m…
Better
There’s something transforming about blogging. Something peace-bringing. Like flinging my words out on a keyboard actually flings them across the Universe where they are not only read but heard by The Powers That Be. Writing that post Wednesday night–coming clean about how I’ve been feeling–lifted a burden off my shoulders. Made my heart a little…
Start Strong, Stay Strong
Two and a half years ago, I believed I was a failure. That I was worthless. That I was nothing. I would never be a good mother to my son. I would never be a good wife to my husband. I would never be a good friend to my friends. I would never love myself…
Haunted
I’ve been dodging a phone call for a week now. A phone call from my insurance company welcoming me to their Healthy Pregnancy program. I finally called back today on my way out of school thinking that the 10 minutes I had on the ride to get Joshua would be plenty of time to answer…