Stories of love and survival in the intense corridor of these few years when the kids are all so little.
I should be sleeping right now. But I’m typing. Because, here’s the thing: I love to write. I always have. It’s been my dream from childhood. Real life dreams can rob us of our sleep at times. But they feel worth it, don’t they? Along with writing, I had other dreams. To my great luck, …
“Why are you so tired?” I hear my brain accusing. “You didn’t even DO what you planned to today.” Trying to think back to what I did do, I was filled with exhaustion. Never before in my life have I needed to be so flexible, about positively everything, than in these little years. The hard work of Mommyhood: …
It’s not worth it. It’s not worth missing out on something way better. I can crack a joke, and give you a bump of encouragement, but I cannot change your life. I cannot defeat the powers of darkness in your world, and I cannot wipe every tear from your eye. That would be Jesus. If …
You see this picture? Aren’t I just glowing? Oh thanks, you’re too kind. I came across it when going through pics on my computer, gathering a batch to develop. Because I’m old-school like that. Hard copy photo albums are my jam. I want to be able to pull an old dusty album from the …
They didn’t ask, and I didn’t tell. Well, much, anyway. The couple stood in my living room. Well, The wife did, bent over the chair, eyeing it with fierce delight. The husband smiled at her from the doorway, approvingly. I sold my rocking chair that day. To a couple, five-ish years younger than me. They …
Good luck, sister. You’ll need it. That’s about the best advice I’ve received. And it wasn’t even given. It’s what I’ve inserted in the vacuous silence on the subject of post-partum clothes shopping. I’m about 5 months out now from having our bouncing baby boy. He is all squishy rolls and cheeky grins these …