I still remember the very first boy crush who was so bold as to grab my hand. His was sweaty, clammy, and a bit bony, but I was okay with that. Crush after crush I found, hand after hand I touched, and yet never has one been so perfect as yours. To hold your hand… Continue reading Someone Much Bigger to Hold My Hand
Life: it seems it has become a race car way of living. We go from this place to that, run this errand and that one, this project, this job, this volunteer stop, this function, this class, this sporting event. . . Even in the moments of actually sitting, my children are playing, and there I… Continue reading Rebelling Against the Busy, iPhone-y Way of Living
I was in an awful dream involving some pungent oder I could not leave. I woke to discover my daughter laying next to me, bits of the brown stuff laying beside her. I quickly stumbled out of bed to grab wipes and discovered a trail of it, beginning at my sheets and traveling down the… Continue reading To the Unloved Child
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