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 ...
Letting it go.
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, ...
Two(s) Haikus.
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.
Go Fish.
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 ...
“In Our Time” and on my night table.
“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, ...
Just because.
"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 ...
First snow. Second chance.
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 ...
Instamazing.
There is a little secret that I have never told you before. I loathe grocery shopping. I avoid it at all costs, in fact. I would rather eat a PB&J or Cheetos for dinner than have to run out to the store. It is just not my thing. So, it has become one of my ...
Clue?
This evening, as my bestie was getting ready to leave after an afternoon of just hanging with the kids, she called to me in the kitchen, where i was cooking steak and putting away the entire drawer of tupperware that the baby had emptied. "There's a crime scene in here!" she called. And there it was. Right before ...
The time out chair.
This week started out a little rough. I was out of sorts, you could say. Perhaps it's the time of year, or something chemical, but I have found my anxiety to be at an unusually high level. For instance, on Monday, my husband left his phone in the car when he went up to his office. I ...
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