She texted, “Can you chat?” and I answered back, “yes. Call whenever.” And we talked. We giggled. We related. About cancer. About kids. About life. About our current lives post-cancer. And about how we love that we get to live. […]
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For a long time, I called it the day my world stopped. Because it did. That world that I lived in before. It stopped. It went away. The world where I didn’t ever think about the fact that this life I […]
They were terrible. Okay. Not like breaking windows and lighting fires. Not like screaming obscenities. Or aggressively lashing out at me. But collectively, my boys, were being, as labeled by me — assholes. And I don’t use that word to […]
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Posted On August 31, 2016
A year ago. A year ago, August 31. It was actually a Monday. If I recall correctly. And I think I do. I have a fairly vivid memory of this week. And of the events that moved us forward from […]
If I would have met you sooner, I would have told you. I would have told you how you would meet me someday. And it would start to make sense. Why you’re here. That you have a purpose. And that […]
Geez. Louise. Everyone talks about the hormones of women. As long as I’ve been a girl {note: all of my 33 years} I’ve heard comments and jokes and jabs about the roller coaster ride that women/females/girls/ones with vaginas take the […]
I don’t know why I hadn’t put it all together. When her brother, a board member, originally asked if I wanted to attend the Project Pink’d gala on August 25th, how could I not have put two and two together. […]
Redshirting, delayed start, holding, or whatever… Why my 5 year old isn’t in kindergarten
Posted On August 23, 2016
He was born on June 13th 2011. I wasn’t thinking at the time about school. I was thinking about what a peanut he was. His due date had been July 11th, I think. He was 4 lbs 11 oz. He […]
Oh. My heart hurt the moment I read her words… As a childless mother. But instead of being nasty to me… Instead of being hurtful… Or vengeful… Or spouting off words from her computer or phone to my page or […]
16 years ago. 16 years ago this week, in fact. 16 years ago I met each of them. One was the sweetest girl I’d ever met. I think she was wearing a blue dress as she took me on a […]
