Finding Breath

I lost it this morning. I forgot how to breathe, how to focus… how to be me in the whirlwind of my life. I don’t know if it was because my kids were whiny or if it was lack of sleep for, let’s face it, years on end. Maybe it was that the first thing I […]

Being Right.

Since the trauma and horror of this weekend, I’ve been processing. I’ve sat down at the keyboard a dozen times to write but couldn’t find the words. People are dying. Children are dying. And it’s happening because we’re too afraid to do anything that might disrupt the status quo. We’re too afraid to do anything […]

Running Away

Perhaps it makes me a bad parent but there is a quiet, hidden part of me that spins and twirls and pulls at the thought of running away from my life until the idea unravels into unexplainable tears. It’s a silent pulse in my soul that rolls in unexpectedly and nearly takes my breath away with how hard […]

I Could Live With That

I’ve always thought too much about the future. Whether it was as a fourth grader, worried about what comes after death, or as a college student worried about what comes after graduation, I’ve always had my mind firmly focused on what comes next. Will it be good? Will it be bad? Will it hurt? What […]

For Andrew

To date, I’ve lost two friends from my high school graduating class, the second so recent that it stings like a needle against the back of my eyelids whenever the thought occurs to me. The thought of him being gone is one of those thoughts I almost have to laugh at because how could HE […]

Fractured

A few weeks ago, I was moving things around to set up a play area for C in our living room. I lifted one corner of our fairly light weight ottoman to look for something I thought was under it, and it slipped out from my hand and landed on the side of my right […]

A Tree House Would be Nice

“It would be fun to have a yard where Dad and I could build a tree house,” J says from the back seat on the way to school. I catch a glimpse of him in the rear view mirror and smile. He’s still dreaming little kid dreams even as he’s perched on the edge of […]

The Struggle

I’m struggling. I’d like to tell you that I’m doing great; that things are rolling along in a wonderfully smooth manner and life is one great big joyous cloud of non-methamphetamine cotton candy…. but alas, that is not the case. I come home every day exhausted. Not the normal “I just worked a 9 hour […]

Happy Thanksgibbing!

I can’t really say why I’ve not liked Thanksgiving for a while. Maybe it’s because we always spent the day in the car as a kid, driving the three hours to the small town of Tarboro, NC to visit much loved Grandparents. Maybe it’s because everything was very “hurry up and wait” as we piled into […]

Geriatric Motherhood

I thought I had it all figured out when I was pregnant with C. I was “advanced maternal age.” I was going to have a harder time, right? I resigned myself to being slightly less spry during my pregnancy than I was with J. And yes, there were heart palpitations to deal with and they […]

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