Checking in…

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…

Chasing Dad

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

Not the only one who cares, but damn it feels that way sometimes

I think I once read that the unexamined life isn’t worth living. I also read that ignorance is bliss. Not writing helps me remain blissful. If I don’t write, I don’t think, and if I don’t think, maybe I can ignore the burgeoning unhappiness that seems right around every corner of my mind. I am … More Not the only one who cares, but damn it feels that way sometimes

Depression, maybe?

Ever just feel crummy for no apparent reason? I started off fine, but now I’m just kinda “meh.” Is this a mood swing, hormonal thing? Is this what depression feels like? Is this just a sinus headache, throat hurty thing? WHAAATTT? I want to be a writer. The way Toni Morrison and Alice Walker string … More Depression, maybe?

When Your Mother Hurts Your Feelings and Doesn’t Even Realize It

This entry is an interruption in multiple ways: I’m interrupting (momentarily) the story I started telling in my last entry, and I’m interrupting what should probably be grading/lesson planning/relaxing while the Kidlet is napping time. Oh, well. This morning, in the Starbucks drive through line, I casually chatted with Mother as I placed my order. … More When Your Mother Hurts Your Feelings and Doesn’t Even Realize It