I want to write about you, for you. But I can’t, not yet. It’s been a week and I miss you so much. Never being able to talk to you again is breaking my heart in pieces. I love you, dad.
My brother is an addict. When I was in high school, he lived with us in our mid-sized, split level home tucked away in a cozy cul-de-sac. I remember my mom begging him to stop, I remember police officers knocking on our door, I remember finding needles in his room while looking for good CD’s … More Plagues
It was Tuesday and I was ready to go home. My boss came in and asked me what time I wanted to leave for the Chamber Networking event that night. Ugh, I completely forgot. A few years back, I’d be more than willing to go to a brewery for a work event. Free beer, good … More Ongoing battles: Social Disconnect
Dr. Google. Really, it’s a blessing and a curse, having a sleuth of information at the palm of your hands. What would you like to know today? Hey, just google it. In my situation, I’m usually left coming to the conclusion that I am, in fact, dying, or might already be dead. However, sometimes looking … More Advice: Stop Googling Everything. (I mean it.)
A few years ago, I never dreamt that I’d be a mother. I have two older siblings, and neither ever had children of their own. When people asked me how I felt about having kids, my answer was, well, nothing. I felt indifferent. Maybe one day I’d have them, but it seemed like a million … More Mom Battles: Anxiety (and the little things that are sometimes big things)
Here I am. I made it to work “on time.” On time, meaning I successfully had my mommy meltdown in the car, got myself together, and scuffled into work to hit the time clock before the 9AM mark, even though I look as if I’d been hit by a truck. See, there is not enough … More Fighting Battles: Teething