The older girls came to stay with us sometimes Pops’. There were two of them and two of us. Two perfect pairs. The little store up the street from Pops’ house sold blue cream sodas. And cigarettes to minors. And the older girls smoked because they thought it made them cooler. Even older. More mature….
remember for always
Mewed up to my heaviness
There is so much I want to say here. So much I want to just pour on this page and out of my heart. So many tears that are in my throat and stuck right behind my eyes. Tears that won’t come. Tonight my mind is full. Bursting with thoughts, mostly negative. Many sad. My…
This one’s for you. And you, too.
Mother’s Day is always difficult for me to write about here* because I know the pain of those mothers who’ve wanted, wished, waited, hoped, and prayed for babies in their wombs. My PCOS diagnosis came about two weeks before Mother’s Day in 2008. That Mother’s Day was shocking to me. The thought that this might…
Be gentle with the young
My new-ish and dear friend Erin at Chopstitch informed me that April is National Child Abuse Prevention Month. This month she’ll participate in the “No Excuse for Child Abuse” walk in her town. When I saw her posts going up about child abuse, I started doing a little digging on the old Google. “A report…
A letter to my son on his second birthday
Dear Joshua, Watching you grow up this past year has been a blur. A blur of you. You’ve changed so much, so fast! It’s been hard for me to keep up. One minute you were unsteady on your feet and the next you were running through the house like a silly boy. It’s so hard…