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 ...
All aboard.
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.
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 ...
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 ...
“Everything is Not Okay”
This summer, I was fortunate enough to be asked to participate in a story for Main Line Parent Magazine. I was approached after publishing my originally story on my postpartum depression. They took my story, and the stories of two other women, to print a feature in the goal of helping others, which is all ...
“Some people care too much. I think it’s called love.”
Piglet sidled up to Pooh from behind. "Pooh?" he whispered. "Yes, Piglet?" "Nothing," said Piglet, taking Pooh's hand. "I just wanted to be sure of you. A. A. Milne.
In the sky with diamonds.
"Let me listen to your heart." my daughter said, as she came towards me just now, half dressed, as we were getting ready for the day. She had a stethoscope around her neck and a pajama top still on. "Where is your heart, mommy?" So I showed her and she placed the little round piece of ...
Snapshot of a Day
Tuesday, November 4th. It is Election Day. It is my Poppy Don's 86th birthday. It is the date when my son was supposed to have his bris, had he not come 4 days before his scheduled C-Section. But this Tuesday is also an anniversary, and not a good one. A year ago on the Tuesday of this week I received ...
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