is not a good one. my mind itches, and I just want to be left alone. but there are people everywhere, and they all want something from me. I’m wearing a mask, and no one can tell.
How do you explain death to a three-year-old? I have a feeling I’ll be doing that very soon, and I don’t even know where to start. Pray. And think of my family.
I’d rather be reading “The Yellow Wallpaper,” but I need Mia to GET OFF MY BACK, so I’m posting. Honestly, she’s right. Not only do we have an agreement, I need to write and sort through all of what’s been happening lately. Well, I’ll attempt to sort through some of this. And even more honestly, … More Checking in…
I’m stressed out, and I’m tired, and I’m mean. Today, I have asked my mother not to fuss at me. In turn, I’ve fussed at my both my husband and child. I have grades to complete, and a syllabus to plan, and report card comments to write, and a house to clean, and this stupid … More A Mean Mommy
This is going to be a quick one. I’m writing this to ensure I get it done before I fall asleep. It’s only 10:06 pm, which during the regular part of the school year is late but not so on vacation, however, my vagina is about to be closed for maintenance [read: Aunt Flo is … More PMS Ramblings
I think I’ve done almost everything I can to avoid starting this post. I’ve started a new load of laundry, cleaned my bathroom (though frankly that space NEEDED to be cleaned before the folks in Haz Mat suits were called in), played around on Facebook, updated my Fitbit, etc. etc. And this entry was my … More Chasing Dad
I’m a part of this brilliant writing collective. We’re a group of loosely-bound women that are friends of friends via personal connections between us. So, I know two, and one of them knows a few, and we decided to band together to write. We each have a personal blog, and the deal is that we … More Writing Women Warriors