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Giving yourself Grace
In a lost but found year,.. I’ve learned that it’s the times in life when you question yourself.. everything about who you are... that you can see who you are and who you aren’t. That every person, every moment, that you’ve experienced so far,.. has built you to the person you are today or you … Continue reading Giving yourself Grace
No, it’s not OK.
When is it ok to say it? When does the stigma reside or the condemnation for admission disappear? “How are you?”,… “I’m fine”,…. total bologna so thick as it comes out of your mouth you could chew on it. It’s not fine. It’s not ok. I’m not ok! When is it ok to say it? … Continue reading No, it’s not OK.
The Art of Extinction
"Whatever you do.. don't react.." he said. The therapist sat staunchly.. emotionally withdrawn yet completely aware of the stress mounting in the room. "Eric? Touch, SPOON." He said. Eric was unphased. His eyes continued scanning around the room seeming to look right through the therapist and I. "Eric, touch SPOON" he repeated. Nothing. "Eric, touch … Continue reading The Art of Extinction
An Ode to Fathers
I watched grown men cry Heard their voices shake They let their guards fall down While their hearts would break Their love so pure So true and so strong They would give up their lives To fix all that's wrong Their child, so helpless So innocent and meek The future lying before them So seemingly … Continue reading An Ode to Fathers
Hippie Child, Lose Control
1:21 AM and here I am doing dishes and folding laundry. The house is quiet, the kids and hubby in bed. Strolling down memory lane listening to my favorite tunes from my teens- Red Hot Chili Peppers, Santana & 311.. All the throwbacks reminiscing about what a carefree life would look like.. Nothing more … Continue reading Hippie Child, Lose Control
Life’s hard. Toughen your rind.
8pm and still going strong. As usual 4:30 a.m. was go time between getting the kids out the door and myself off to work. Squeezed in dinner for the family and little play time with the boys. Finally, finished for the day and time to relax. Just kidding! While the thought of sitting down and … Continue reading Life’s hard. Toughen your rind.
I’m not ruthless, I’m a woman.
Not scared to say no. And not accepting of it when I’m told it. Sometimes we spend a bit too much time thinking about things we shouldn’t. Holding grudges,.. looking backward instead of forward. So I say,.. forward. I’m not heartless. I’m not broken. And I’m sure as heck not a woman who will be … Continue reading I’m not ruthless, I’m a woman.
Screw Spilled Milk 