They were always eating. Or at least, always wanting to. I don't know if it was a side effect of drug use perhaps or just the hunger in their souls ( Read more... )

My son's heart ablation is April 7. So he is on the heart moniter for 30 days. He is 20.

My 18 year old should graduate May 26. The "choice" I mentioned

My parent's 50th wedding anniversary celebration is April 30. It's been an emotional struggle for me helping with it, but a lot of pressure from my 6 other siblings that I need to help.

I want to. It ( Read more... )

Its been a hard couple weeks. Still waiting on dr to call back on when my son's heart ablation will be. Son is on a 30 day heart monitor. We have to charge the monitor daily.

My youngest will be in a musical this weekend and the next.

"Bye!" she murmured, and closed her apartment door ( Read more... )

Most new moms are all excited to move their toddlers out of a crib. They think it is this amazing step into growing up ( Read more... )

Throughout my years, every now and then, I get those golden moments.  You know the kind?  When I am overwhelmed with the longing to hold on with all my senses, and hold on, just hold on as long I can to this feeling, this taste, this song.

Other days, it's enough to survive.  I've had times when I told myself, "All you have to do is keep breathing ( Read more... )

POEM: Self Observation without Judgement

By Danna Faulds

Release the harsh and pointed inner voice.
it's just a throwback to the past, and holds no truth about this moment.
Let go of self-judgment, the old, learned ways of beating yourself up for each imagined inadequacy.

Allow the dialogue within the mind to grow friendlier, and quiet.
Shift out of ( Read more... )

Tuesday, March 11th-10:43 a.m.

1,392 words. Approximate reading time: 6 minutes, 56 seconds.

“You can’t be serious with this,” Elaina said as she walked into her editor-in-chief’s office, holding up a few sheets of paper covered in text. Howard, the editor-in-chief, looked up from his computer at Elaina with an exasperated facial expression, and ( Read more... )

As a child, solutions seem very simple. Always taller and (shall I say) curvier than my peers, there was probably no nine year old girl that looked less like a ballerina than me. But that, of course, was my ambition: to dance, to glide like the most delicate butterfly ( Read more... )

The only constant is change. That's what I have come to see after 43 years of living.

So what lies ahead? What's in my path for 2022? I guess we're all about to find out.