This weekend was the first that the fierce cold really whipped me in the bones. It has been dancing around, and gotten close, but this weekend it hit me, and got under my skin. We spent most of the time holed up at home, in our cozy fuzzy living room. When we went outside for some brief ...
Tonight, as I toweled myself off after my shower, this old post popped into my head. As I looked in the mirror I saw tired eyes, hair that has not been washed since Monday morning (which is a new record, even for me. And no, Twin, it doesn't even look dirty) and I thought to myself, threadbare. The real ...
When I wrote The hardest post I've ever written, I wrote about my struggles with peri- and postpartum depression. But in it, I proclaimed that the hardest part of the hardest post was having to type the following words: I can no longer have children. In it I also wrote how incredibly grateful I am for having ...
Watching my kid as she dances around the living room, belting out "Oh Yoko", while wearing her footsie pjs and a faux leopard hat, I know that his memory most certainly is a blessing.
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