I can’t believe we have to move. Even though I knew it was coming, it feels like the rug has been pulled out from underneath me. My chest is cramping with stress and the lists running through my head are giving me the spins. The last few days have been chaos amidst boxes and packing…
A couple of weeks ago, one of Mama Kat’s Writing Workshop prompts was: Share a day in your life represented only in pictures and the time the pictures were taken. I loved Katie’s (of Sluiter Nation) so much that I wanted to try one of my own. This was a fun exercise. Thursday, September 27:…
Tori writes Kindergarten Stole My Zen and is an amazing human being. We are connected through both grief and joy and I am grateful to have her here today with a bittersweet letter to the powers that be. To God and the Angels, I thought You’d explain the mess. I thought You’d teach me before…
Letters For Lucas and tomorrow’s Letters For You will be on hiatus for a while. SIDE NOTE: Thank you, Momma Kiss for your understanding and my frantic phone call. I am heading to Arizona at this very moment to deal with God knows what. My sister and I still own our parents house in Tucson…
No matter what anyone says, turning 40 is a big deal. You spend your whole 39th year thinking about it. At least I did. Especially the last few months, weeks and days. In just four more sleeps I will wake up 40. 40. It sounds so… foreign. You thought I was going to say old,…
I stood in the shower this morning and cried. I don’t know Diana. I don’t have to. What I do know is, she is the mother of two year old, Bella, she was pregnant with twins and today is suffering a pain so great and deep that it will follow her the rest of the…
It must be nice to be a baby. Everyone gushes over babies. Everyone wants to hold babies or be close enough to them to take in their scent and hope that some of their innocence, their newness rubs off. Babies are life-affirming. Babies and children are lucky. They have someone at their beck and call…
8 AM again and my feet won’t stop from the moment they hit the ground. There are hugs and kisses and cuddles in between picking up, putting away and preparing for day ahead. Noise, chaos and laughter swirl around our kitchen and I realize I wouldn’t want it any other way. More kisses as Daddy…
We remembered. We avoided eye contact at first. We got dressed and put on make-up. We went to brunch and toasted with champagne. We enjoyed a little retail therapy and indulged in sweet treats. Both helped for a little while. We received dozens of beautiful flowers and at least a 100 of other tokens of…
Never is it harder for me to relax than when someone asks me to. I try. I really do, but it seems I wasn’t built with that gene. A glass or two of wine certainly helps, as does a napping child, or a really great workout, but in large part I’m constantly in motion. I’d…
