This past week has been a blur of sick days. Today is another one (more on that, later.) I am endlessly grateful that it has just been some lingering respiratory things and maybe a touch of the stomach flu, as it is almost the one year anniversary of our week in the hospital with a sick 2 month ...
This morning, one of my cherished new friends sent this video to me, to help chase some of my sick babies blues away. [youtube=http://youtu.be/XqLTe8h0-jo] She didn't know that The Beach Boys concert with my family was my favorite concert ever. EVER. She didn't know that "God only knows what I'd be without you." is the phrase that I ...
The idealism and sense of control I felt this morning based on some creative imaginative play and happy moods has now devolved into this: It is 5pm. I have been placed in a tiara and am being forced to wield a wand. My hot cocoa just exploded in my microwave. And then I choked on it. And, my daughter ...
Today is a sick day. I am home with two sick kiddos and not feeling so hot myself (except, if you mean temperature hot, which I do, a little). Throughout the past four and a half years I have written about so many sick days; the time that my baby had her first fever and my husband ...
This was sent to me yesterday by a dear friend. I needed it. I then sent it to another dear friend. She needed it. Every day, we all carry things with us; hopes, fears, ideas, identities... Some of these things lift us up. Some of my labels I wear proudly: Wife, mother, friend, daughter, grand-daughter, teacher, twin, writer, confidant, ...
For him, at bedtime. Eyes close in my arms; Remembering your blue hat. Always my boy, babe. For her, at wake up. Before the sun rose you tiptoed into my arms; Hearts beating in sync.
I have been writing on this site for almost four and a half years now, chronicling my life, current events, trends, ups and downs, as a way to both keep a diary for myself, and, more recently, to help others. I write about a lot of things on here. I write the things that some people are scared to say. I write ...
“What we call the beginning is often the end. And to make an end is to make a beginning. The end is where we start from.” -T.S. Eliot, one of my favorites. Last night before bed I scanned my night table for my glasses, and took a minute to note what I keep there, next to me, ...
"If you could have one wish, what would it be?" I asked my daughter, as we snuggled under the covers last night. "That you will make me popcorn for dessert." "No," I said. "I mean a serious wish." "Ok. Then I would wish for a beautiful necklace." "I mean something really important." She looked at me, right in the face, and ...
So long had life together been that once the snow began to fall, it seemed unending; that, lest the flakes should make her eyelids wince, I'd shield them with my hand, and they, pretending not to believe that cherishing of eyes, would beat against my palm like butterflies. Joseph Brodsky It is the first snowfall of the season. All around me, online and ...
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