The Rarest of Birds

I still remember hearing the news, that Jack Donaldson had died in a strange and terrifying accident on a rainy September night. I didn’t know Jack. I didn’t know his mother Anna. And yet, when I heard the news, I felt compelled to fall to my knees and pray like I’d never prayed before for […]

Never Underestimate the Importance of Mascara

I have a confession to make… If I don’t wear mascara, I look like a rabid albino monkey. There. I said it. ::breathes sigh of relief:: I mean, I hate that it’s true. I hate that having reddish blonde eye lashes means my eyes sort of sink back into my head without artificial accents, but […]

The Truth Can Hurt

When I first started this blog, J was just shy of five months old. He didn’t speak. He didn’t have verbalized thoughts and emotions. He didn’t know or care what I wrote here about him and about our lives together. On Friday, my little five month old turned five years old. Five. A whole hand. […]

And he’s only five…

I’ve been feeling sad lately… like there’s something hovering just outside my line of sight that I can’t put my finger on. Something haunting. Something overwhelming. Something that is too much to view all at once and so I find myself catching glimpses here and there of the all-consuming sadness of it. Over the weekend, […]

Bragg Jammin’ 2014 – With a Kid

I have a confession to make: I have lived in Macon, Georgia for the better part of 10 years and as of July 25th, 2014, I had never been to Bragg Jam. Yes, I know… this is a tragic misstep which was corrected on July 26th, 2014, when Banks and I loaded up the car […]

A Click of Metal

As the days creep and whirl past, I watch him grow inch by inch and foot by foot. Sometimes he blows me away with his sheer bigness… his ability to not be in a crib, to not be in diapers, to not be lying on his back kicking his feet and cooing at the flash […]

I’m a Nit Picker

The reports of my death have been greatly exaggerated. I’m here. I’m alive. I’m … somewhat functioning. But, we’ve been on vacation and I’ve been super productive at work and I just haven’t been able to find the time to get on here and tap out all the thoughts in my head. Plus also, vacation. […]

When Your Body Fails You

In late 2011, I herniated a disc in my low back. The pain was excruciating and I wound up getting an injection to relieve some of the inflammation. As 2012 crept on, my back felt better and in October I started to run again… something I’d loved before J was born. I ran a half […]

This.

This video right here. All of it. Because my kid is stupid cute.  Except sorry about the hair… it was a long day. And he needs hair cut.

Cradled in my Heart

Last night, I cradled my son in my heart.  I tucked him, soft and sweet, into his bed, waited while he fell asleep, then I picked him up in my mind’s arms and cradled him close in my heart, as I do every night, when I tiptoe from his room. I’ve been accused of babying […]

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  • I'm a divorced, single mom to a pre-schooler, a full-time attorney, and a semi-reluctant vegetarian. I work hard and when given the chance, I play hard... but I'm almost never given the chance.

    It's possible that I never outgrew 7th grade mentality, as I still laugh when anyone says anything that can be remotely construed as sexual. Let's face it, if you're not down with "That's what s/he said" at the end of almost any sentence, we're probably not going to get along all that well.

    I drink more than I should, I run more than I should, and I laugh as much as I can. So I'm pretty much winning at life.

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