Even though I have the post halfway written in my head and a handful of pictures to go with it, so that I can illustrate our family's coziest Christmas Eve, just the four of us, but because I was so warm and cozy, you see, I fell asleep on the fluffy faux fur rug by the fire and my husband ...
This morning, as I straightened up my kitchen, I found an old picture that I had developed; It was a photo of Ernest Hemingway, aged and bearded, writing with a pen on a legal pad. *** Recently, I found a journal that I had kept as a child. In it I had proclaimed that I wanted to ...
I do. I miss it terribly. I miss writing like it's a limb that's been asleep and I'm just now shaking it awake; It hurts a bit, it's still uncomfortable, and I do not yet think I can bear weight on it. I miss it so much that I ache. But it's been hard to write. Not hard because life's ...
I write a lot on here about my dear, beloved friends, who are like my sisters. We talk constantly, see each other whenever possible and are as close as friends can be. But I am also lucky enough to have an actual sister; She has appeared many times on here throughout the years, and although we ...
I wasn't going to write anything today; I am so exhausted that it I find it exhausting to type the word "exhausted". I have been fighting some major fatigue for the past two weeks and today was just a long day. By 4pm, I had face planted onto the bed in the guest room, as the kids ...
I am prepared. I am used to many of my posts being greeted with great warmth and empathy. "I feel exactly the same way!" I hear. But I don't think that this will be that kind of post; it is going to be a different post. An unpopular post. And that is OK. I am writing in support of the snow ...
I realized, earlier today, that it has been about a year since I returned from my wriatus and began blogging again on this site with my "Hard Story", before I knew to call it that; before I even know what "it" was. For some reason I had thought that my first post back was my ...
I have to admit something to you. I have tremendous guilt; I would describe this feeling of guilt a a combination of pressure that I put on myself and a feeling of failure. I have a lot going on in my personal life. I am helping to build a most awesome community. I am trying desperately to find ...
Today did not go as I had planned. I woke up, early, to the sound of my son crying at his normal time and was immediately hit with extreme vertigo. I was so dizzy that I could not move or walk. I got back into bed and went back to sleep. My husband took care of the morning ...
Do you know the expression "pour your heart out"? Well, that is what I wish I could do, but not just in the idom-way that implies the sharing of your deepest secrets and fears; I also am someone who tries not to say the word "literally" when I don't actually mean something literally (eg. I don't ...
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