I stubbed my little toe the other week. It broke. It broke in that kind of blood blister-purple-yellow-green-red polka dot kind of way. I wore my crocs everywhere for ten…
Tag: <span>motherhood</span>
28 weeks of this pregnancy is a bit of a milestone for me. Little Friend arrived on the scene at 34 weeks after I passively fought a bed-rest battle against…
“I don’t like this Valentine’s Day card.” “I’m not fond of cleaning up.” “That does not make me happy.” “STOP IT!” “But I want something!” Yesterday, I begged Big Friend…
“I want to drink my chocolate milk, but I do not want to cooperate.” I hadn’t planned on having this time slot open in my schedule for writing. I’d blocked…
You know that moment when words fly out of your mouth, and you see them darting away into the atmosphere, irretrievable, and wish a little string trailed after them so…
Sometimes failure looks like a messy house. Failure leers at me from the kitchen sink where dishes multiply with the voracity of an alley-full of un-spayed cats. Failure jeers at…