My People
It’s a genuine, grownup, supportive friendship. And even though I’m still awkward and too blunt, and all of my other flaws, I feel accepted by them for everything I am.
Read More...Category: Motherhood
Oh, My Heart. Alternatively: Consider the Alternative
They’ll always be mine, but they’ll learn to be their own people too. I’ll have them as long as I can, because I don’t even want to consider the alternative.
Read More...Just Caylee
So yeah, I’m going to go with: Just Caylee. And I’m going to spend more time getting to be her too.
Read More...oh, my beautiful boy, you
He’s perfect. And mine. And so me it hurts sometimes. He’s stubborn, relentless, and gloriously confident.
Read More...The Leftovers
It’s the hardest thing I’ve gone through. And just when I think I’m free of it–and back to my regular family history/hormonal depression, thank you very much–the leftovers of it hit me again. The guilt I feel for how I struggled. The worries. The fears.
Read More...Selling Tickets for the Hot Mess Express
I’ve opened this page more times than I can count to write something, anything, about what’s going on in my head, in our world, in my house, in my state, whatever.
Read More...Mini-Me
However, while G was “working out” with me, he would quit, and say, “I can’t do this.” “I fell down, I can’t do it anymore.” “I don’t feel good.” And it broke my heart, because I know exactly where he heard those things.
Read More...Restless Souls Unite
The line from Hamilton comes to mind, “Will I ever be satisfied?”
Read More...Ten Year Challenge
So yeah, bring it 29.
Read More...To My Boys
My children are three and three months, so obviously they don’t understand, they just know maybe mom isn’t there as much as she normally is, especially G. He’s more cognizant of it. If I could tell them anything, I would tell them something like this…
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