Today, in the car. We are on the way home from Mother’s where Kidlet has been with Nana while I ran to a doctor’s appointment and Target. I am a different Mommy than this morning. This morning, I was nervous about being late even though there was ample time. It didn’t feel like ample time. … More Me…and Her
we had a fight, and now everything is too loud and bright and I just want to sleep. When he left to go to the funeral home and help his momma make arrangements, we’d just decided to tell Kidlet tonight. He comes home and all of a sudden, because she’d had a bad experience at … More Grief?
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
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