oh, my beautiful boy, you

He’s perfect. And mine. And so me it hurts sometimes. He’s stubborn, relentless, and gloriously confident.

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Blocks

I feel blocked in. Fenced. I’ve had writer’s block because of it. I’ve stepped on seven million blocks in the past month. I’ve walked around my block too many times to count. 

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How. Why. What.

This whole post feels very self-involved in light of everything going on in our world today. And I guess it is. But I do want people to realize that there has to be a more respectful way of talking about these hard issues.

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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. 

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