Unloved

For the majority of the two years that husband and I dated, we lived in separate cities.  There was always this grand anticipation of time spent together because it was so fleeting.  We kept in touch over instant messenger and telephone calls, but I lived for the moments when I’d look up from my books […]

The Waiting.

In Georgia, you can go from married to divorced in 31 days. Thirty-one days. The funny thing is, when a ring was placed on the fourth finger of my left hand, I started planning for a wedding.  I got married almost a year to the day after I was proposed to over dessert in the […]

Practically perfect.

The thing about being broken is that it’s only on the inside. You still brush and style your hair. You still put on your make up. You still smile when you’re supposed to smile and laugh when you are supposed to laugh. You still walk upright, even if you feel like you’re crawling.  You still […]

What We Deserve

My husband has found a new place to live. He told me yesterday, calling to tell me about the lovely windows and the fantastic location. “I’ll be by on Saturday to pick up the bedroom suit and the rest of my things,” he told me excitedly.  I calmly reminded him that Saturday was his brother’s […]

Midnight Madness

My arms are open but my eyes are closed. These arms betray me.  They reach out when I want them to lie still.  They plead with their openness, offering up the unhappy truth that I want too desperately to fall into a familiar embrace.  I want to feel warmth wrapped around me, a safety net […]

Traditions, Magic, and Easter Bunnies

Thank you to Log Cabin for sponsoring my post about updated traditions in my household. To learn more about Log Cabin Syrups (which are all free of High Fructose Corn Syrup), breakfast for dinner, and other new ways to update traditions in your home, “click here.I was selected for this sponsorship by the Clever Girls […]

Yellow Sheets

I came home and put bright yellow sheets on my bed. It wasn’t on purpose; my standard white sheets were in need of a wash and these were stuffed in the back of a closet.   When I saw them in the closet, I thought they’d make the bed, and maybe even the room a bit… […]

Spinning on that Dizzy Edge

When I was a little girl, I loved to stand in the back yard, arms outstretched, and spin until I couldn’t spin anymore.  I would twirl around until my knees buckled beneath me and I would begin to stagger as though I’d been shot.  Eventually, the world would turn bottom to top and east to […]

The Red Dress Club: RemembeRED

Your assignment this week was to write a memoir piece inspired by this picture of a garden hose.   When I was a little girl, I had a yellow bathing suit with polka dots.  It tied up around the back of my neck with little yellow strings and if my mother didn’t get my ponytail up […]

Hope

My head has been encapsulated in fear, anxiety, hurt, doubt, and the ever present worry for the better part of seven days.  Beginning last Saturday, everything I thought I knew about my world, my job, my marriage, my family and myself, crumbled down around me and left me motionless. I’ve never felt so alone, so […]

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