Two hands. Sometimes, having two hands feels sufficient. With two hands I can tickle my son until he squeals. With two hands I can give my daughter a relaxing face massage. I can open most jars, clean up most messes, do most TikTok dances. Often, two hands feel like they cannot do enough. They feel futile; laughable; ...
“Mom?” Belle asked, licking the last bit of chocolate icing from the back of her hand. “Mommy? Do you still blog?” We were sitting in the hard, plastic bucket seats in the single terminal at the Cyril E. King Airport in St. Thomas, and she’d just eaten an individual Sarah Lee chocolate cake square, after I veered her ...
Oh my. It has been so long, and I am so sorry, for that. In the past, I've lamented the fact that I feel like a fraud of a blogger, as of late. Yes, I have a blog, and yes, I have been sharing on said blog since June of 2010, but, recently, my long posts and intricate ...
The above photo is a selfie that was snapped last month. The "It's All Good" note on my shirt was a little hopeful, but mostly ironic. This post is a little hopeful but could be triggering. Please be aware and consider this a "trigger warning." *** This is a post that has been in the works for ...
This is not the post I set out to write. Which, in some ways, says it all. I wrote 3/4 of a different post today, about #honestmotherhood. As I was writing, I stumbled upon an anecdote I wanted to share, and it reminded me of some other stories and that reminded me of the fact that much of what ...
Hello, there. Nice to see you again so soon. Look. I am going to be straight up with you. This just happened: That's right. I wrote a post, the program stopped responding, quit and did not save my work. This is now a test for me; a test in brevity. In my original version of this post I went into the whole ...
This morning, after dropping my daughter off for her last day of second grade, my son and I were engaged in one of our typical drive-to-school chats. "Mommy, can you tell me a scary story? How about 'The Haunted Rock' or 'The Broken Elevator in the Toy Store,' can you tell me those scary stories, and make them ...
Hey! It's been a long time, now hasn't it? I've missed you! And, it's been a really long time since we've gone deep. Or talked about boobs. I had the chance to do all of these things, and so much more, when I spoke to Brooke and Jen of Motherhood Understood, a place where guilt can be thrown ...
Ok. This is a biggie. Not in the way that some other posts are biggies, but in a different (and maybe even biggie-er) way. I have been writing this blog for over seven and a half years. On it I have shared my innermost thoughts and feelings; my deep secrets; my real-time triumphs and trials. I have even shared ...
So, a girl walked into a bar... Just kidding. Well, I am not kidding, but, I'll get back to that. *** I just had a first. For the first time since I started this blog, which was approximately 2,745 days ago, I stopped, mid-post, and said, to myself, "What are you doing? Why are you writing about this? This is not giving you ...
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