It is not my manner to go out without fighting. That said,with everything going on in my life at the moment, there isn't a moment to take for myself for writing right now.

I'd like for my loss to at least have a positive impact for someone though so, I wish to offer myself, like all good Catholic girls imagine they might, as a sacrifice.

In the words ( Read more... )

The doctor pressed her fingertips beneath my navel then stood back.

“How far along did you say you are?” the doctor asked, a furrow of doubt creasing her brow as she glanced into a manila folder.

“12 weeks. I’m sure of it.” I responded with confidence.

I was sure because that spring I had seriously been shirking my “wifely duties,” and I don’t mean ( Read more... )

There is something beautiful in you, an innocence that blinds you to all that is twisted inside me.
Let me guard you from what you can’t see.

There is something beautiful in lies, pleas to perpetuate or to protect, desperate untruths whispered or yelled, out of kindness but more often fear.

There is something beautiful in us, and I wonder at the ( Read more... )

Just after my sophomore year of college I found myself homeless. Not houseless, as in, I was living with all my earthly possessions under a snug overpass near the freeway. No, just homeless, the word spoken in the wistful tones of Dorothy Gale's "There's no place like home, there's no place like home..."

When I was 20, my mother decided to sell our ( Read more... )

I have an addiction.

I'm not addicted to shopping, although my husband might tell you otherwise. I just find the treasure hunt of an all day foray into the wilds of our local thrift stores to be intensely satisfying!

And, I'm not addicted to porn, although on a regular basis I do adore a good gangbang video, you know, the kind set in a cheap hotel ( Read more... )

Hot Wheels, Big Wheels
Star Wars Legos.

Easy Bake Chocolate Cake,
Uno, Skip Bo, Play Doh.

Cabbage Patch, Garbage Pail,
Parcheesi.

Pogo Balls, Glow Worms,
Sea Monkey.

View Master, Speak and Spell,
My Buddy Doll.

Rubik's Cube, Transformers,
Gross Mad Balls.

Etch a Sketch, Teddy Ruxspin,
Grumpy Care Bear.

He Man and his Battle Cat
Jem the Rocket - hot pink hair.

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I don't like curtains.

Isn't the point of a window to let the light and the scenery in, not block the view with swaths of damask and chintz ( Read more... )

“Ma’am, this is one of the worst flea infestations I have ever seen! Did you say you had cats ( Read more... )

I love living in the country. Fresh air, an abundance of trees and birds and flowers, no neighbors within hollering distance watching me have lightsaber battles in the yard with my kids.

I love living in the country, but sadly, I am no country girl. I can't build a root cellar or make a snare and apparently, I don't know the first thing about mice.

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The house I grew up in looked perfect, but the beauty was only siding-deep.

On the outside, it was idyllic. A charming yellow two-story in a quiet suburban neighborhood, you could often find my brother and I climbing the jungle gym in the backyard or reading on the swing on our shady front porch. We had a yard full of daffodil bulbs in the spring ( Read more... )