I Won’t Give Up

I have been turning the events of Saturday night in Orlando over and over in my mind. I have wondered where we go from here. I have wondered how we recover, yet again, from yet another explosion of violence. I have wondered, more than once, if there’s a place I can bundle up my husband […]

The Faces of Pain

I woke up around 2:00 am this morning. Everything hurt and I couldn’t get the image out of my mind of that ridiculous chart hanging on the wall at the hospital. I lay awake for four hours before I got up to cry over a long-awaited cup of coffee, wondering how to circle the way […]

Holding the Wind

Tomorrow, my son will be six years old. Six is when I got a baby brother, when I began kindergarten… when I started to formulate memories that stay with me even now. And as I watch my own child roll into himself, roll into six years old, I can’t help but wonder if we have […]

Some Days…

Last night I had a babysitter so I could go out to dinner with a friend.  When I got home at 8:40, J was nearly but not-quite asleep and he bounded awake like he hadn’t seen me in days instead of hours.  It took more than an hour for him to wind down and more […]

Everything.

My phone went off at 6:30 this morning, belting out the new “alarm tone” meant to encourage and entice me to face my days with a smile… “I Will Survive” by Gloria Gaynor.  I lay in bed for the length of a good snooze button, flipping through emails that arrived over night and quickly scanning […]

I Will be Happy

Hello, little house. I have missed your creaks and corners.  I have missed the holes in the walls where our things used to hang and the cracks in the paint along the top of the crown molding. Hello, back yard, with your ivy covered ground and your too-tall pine trees that always terrified the other […]

Growing a Rose

Make no mistake, getting a divorce is little different from losing a loved one suddenly in death.  You mourn.  You grieve.  You wonder if you could have saved them.  Only, with divorce… at the end of the day, you see that loved one in the grocery store and you realize that they didn’t die.  They didn’t […]

When Being Southern Sucks….

I am a lawyer. It’s true and it should come as no surprise to those of you who either read regularly or who comprehend English. (Law Momma = lawyer + Momma) But the thing is? I’m not THAT kind of lawyer. I didn’t go to law school and come out a hardened thought-process nazi (I […]

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